Idk if you got my first Mickey/Axel/Faust ask, but I have another one. So we all agree that M is sort of the softest of the bunch, right? So what if he gets into something way over his head and A and F have to bail his ass out, and by that, I mean kick someone else’s in spectacular fashion. M can hold his own in a bar fight, but not with real criminals, so “big” and baby bro to the rescue. Because they’re the only ones who get to shit on Mickey, it’s the law.
Mickey knew as soon as the guy walked in that there was going to be trouble. It would be another ten minutes before Axel showed up. He hoped he could go unnoticed for that long.
Mickey drank his beer and asked for another one plus a shot, which he downed as quickly as they had shown up. He tipped the bartender five dollars for the speed of his service and hopefully to let him know that if a tussle were to go down, he was at least a fair guy. Maybe the barkeep would throw the other guy out and not him.
"Hey! You're the asshole that fucked my wife!"
Only 2 minutes? That's all it took for somebody to pick him out in a crowd? Fuck, he might have to start reconsidering the colours of his wardrobe or his height or something. Nevertheless, his shoulder was pulled back and the guy threw the first punch, inciting a small stream of red from Mickey's right nostril.
He absorbed the pain like willing away a persistent sneeze and the guy who hit him recoiled from the blow in shock.
Mickey looked down at his stolen watch with tearing eyes. If Axel was really on his way, the fucker's legs needed to work overtime. His assailant had a couple buddies flanking him and three against one was never a fair fight.
"Can you wait a couple more minutes for my brother to get here?"
"I'm not waiting around for shit, cockbreath."
"Cockbreath? Wouldn't it be pussybreath if I was with your wife?"
This time Mickey dodged the punch just in time for two men of equal height to notice from the entrance. He slid off the barstool and jumped to stand, feeling the adrenaline hit at once.
"Axel! This guy is mad I fucked his wife!" Mickey yelled.
Axel and Faust both smirked, rings and greasy hair shining in the red lanterns strung around the bar. The room went quiet save for the uppity nineties anthem playing over the shot sound system.
"Hey. I think I'm the one that fucked your wife. You going to take it out on my brother or do you want to throw down with us? Looks like it's three on three!"
PS @dreamtherapy I don't think I got any other AMF asks from you!? 😭