@klara-v-klyare
For the arguing/make up prompt from an outside opinion!
The Alibi seemed like an alright enough bar, same usual dim lighting, slight haze of smoke, clacking of billiards, and plenty of blue collar workers taking a load off.
You shrug deciding it’s better than the other options nearby, one a loud bar run by Neo Nazis, and one that was full of hipster cocktails like “Decompressed Mojitos”.
There’s a really pretty and well dressed dark skinned woman working the bar alongside a tall white guy with a beard and a chain. They both say hello as you sit shyly to the side where no one else was sitting.
“Welcome to the Alibi, what can I get you?” The woman asks with a smile.
“A bottle of beer is fine thank you.” You reply with a small nervous smile.
“Kev will you hand me a bottle please?” She asked holding her hand out to the man.
“Vee why not get it yourself? Kev’s busy.” A man with a ballcap down on the other end of the bar says.
“Tommy!” The other man next to him hisses giving him a look.
“Kermit, women want equal rights to men, that includes getting shit for yourselves.” The other man, Tommy, replied his hands outstretched like he was spouting an eternal truth.
Vee looked at Tommy with an eye roll, “Tommy you’re cut off, when you start spouting shit like that it’s time to sober up or get the fuck outta my bar.” she said sliding him a glass of water.
“C’mon Vee I was kidding.” Tommy groaned.
The tall man, Kev smirked and handed Vee a beer bottle, which she placed in front of you with a grin and a wink.
The door to the bar swung open and a dark haired man with a scowl and a bow legged swagger came in and thumped down on the stool next to you being one of the two free chairs left. He was wearing a blue cammo uniform like he was a military personnel.
“Kev can I get a shot of jack?” the man said in an angry voice.
Kev grabbed a shot glass and placed it in front of the man who downed it in one gulp, “another.” He muttered.
Kev gave him a refill as well as a bottle of beer, both of which the dark haired man worked on.
The door swung open again and this time a tall redhead walked in wearing the same cammo as the dark haired man.
“Mickey-” the redhead started sitting in the chair on the other side of the dark haired man, Mickey.
“Leave me alone Gallagher.” Mickey muttered through gritted teeth tossing back the new shot he had.
“No, we have work to do and you sitting here drinking isn’t going to get it done.” The redhead, Gallagher, snapped.
Mickey turned on him suddenly, “And whose fucking fault is that that we have work to do? You fucking fired Bruno, without even fucking mentioning it to me first.” his hands waving around angrily as he snapped at the other man.
“Why the fuck would I have to run it by you? It’s Gallavich Security not Mickey-Milkovich-only-security.” Gallagher huffed.
Mickey turned to the redhead, “Remember what I said when this shit started? You wouldn’t be working with me, you’d be working for me, and that still holds true. You had no fucking right to fire Bruno without talkin to me about it first.” He was pointing a finger in Gallagher’s face, and the redhead was looking at it like he was three seconds from biting it off, his nostrils were flaring and his green eyes were glowering.
“Get your fucking dainty girl hands out of my face.” He said smacking Mickey’s hand away.
Mickey’s eyebrows raised high on his head, “Dainty girl hands?”
Gallagher smirked, “Yes, dainty girl hands, surprised you can even jerk off with how small they are, though I shouldn’t be surprised since your dick-”
Mickey swung a fist into the Gallagher’s face knocking him back several steps blood gushing from his nose, a cry of pain permeating the air.
Mickey smirked, turning away from Gallagher and grabbing up his glass of Guinness and taking a swig.
“How you like these dainty girl hands now Gallagher? They can still fuck you-” Mickey was cut off by Gallagher wrapping his arms around him and slinging him off of his barstool to the ground with a yell.
You look around alarmed at the other patrons and at Kev and Vee who were just looking bored.
“Shouldn’t we stop them?” You ask concerned as punches kept getting thrown, landing against the thick material of the cammo uniforms.
Vee laughed as she wiped down some glasses, Kev looked over the top of the bar and looked at the two men rolling around on the floor, Mickey was now sitting on top of Gallagher pinning him to the floor with his knees, One hand was wrapped in the other man’s red hair and pulling him up towards him as he slammed his head into the other.
“Goddammit Mickey!” Gallagher shouted, his voice slightly muffled as he blindly grabbed for the other man, finally resorting to bucking his hips and sliding him off balance enough to topple him off of his chest.
Mickey’s look of surprise would have been amusing if Gallagher didn’t immediately grab him and throw him onto the ground landing a punch into his side.
Mickey struggled to reach up at the redhead his his struggles to no avail because now they were about half under a table, the redhead pulling Mickey’s head up to hit the table’s underneath with a loud SMACK.
“Shouldn’t we stop them?” You ask looking from the scene with the two men to Kev and Vee behind the bar.
“No way, I got fifty bucks on Ian this time.” Tommy interjected.
“You bet against me? I have fifty on Mickey.” Kermit said with a forlorn expression.
Tommy rolled his eyes as you all turned back to watch the fight.
Mickey groaned falling back to the floor and the redhead flopped to the side breathing heavily.
“Don’t you trust my fucking judgement on things by now?” The redhead sighed wearily as he spoke, his face looking sad as he looked at Mickey splayed out on the floor next to him.
“Fuck off.” Mickey grumbled starting to sit up rubbing his forehead where he had hit against the table.
The fight seemed to be over, at least physically.
Gallagher stood and then offered Mickey a hand, helping pull him up to his feet.
Mickey stood a moment and then after shooting Gallagher a glare he walked back to the barstool he had been sitting on and climbed back up his hand reaching for his glass and downing the rest of it in one big gulp.
Gallagher, well Ian sighed and stepped over to the barstool next to Mickey, Vee wordlessly tossing a pack of ice to each and a stack of napkins for Ian’s bloody nose.
“Thanks.” Ian muttered, grabbing the napkins and wiping at his face.
Mickey waved at Kev for another drink, Kev apparently seeing this song and dance before slid a bottle of beer to each of the two men.
After several beats of silence Ian sighed, “I fired Bruno because I heard him talking shit on the phone to a competitor.”
Mickey’s brows furrowed and he turned to look at Ian, “That’s it? Why isn’t that something you couldn’t tell me? Or at least talk to me about firing him beforehand?”
Ian clenched his jaw, “He was talking shit about you, and I knew that if we kept him I would end up throwing his body in the river, he’s lucky I just fired him.” A blush crept up on his cheeks.
A realization must have hit Mickey because his lips pulled into a grin, “You know I can handle people talking shit about me, it’s not anything new.”
Ian turned to Mickey, his eyes searching his face, “I’m not the kind of guy who lets people talk shit about the man he-”
“Alright alright, save the speech you fucking pussy.” Mickey’s voice was soft and fond as he grinned up at Ian.
“I’ve always got your back, even if I don’t always tell you why.” Ian murmured placing a hand on Mickey’s shoulder.
The look they gave each other was so tender it felt like a private moment that shouldn’t be interrupted.
But Ian’s phone rang loudly in his front pocket, he grimaced and answered it, “Gallavich Security,” Mickey tossed a couple bills on the counter and clapped a hand on Ian’s shoulder leading him out of the bar as he continued to speak on the phone.
A look around the bar said that no one else found this exchange unusual.
“Are they okay to go off with each other after fighting like that? Shouldn’t we call the police or something?” You ask aiming the question at no one in particular as you look around the bar.
Everyone bursts into laughter, then Vee goes to doll out money to Kermit and Tommy. Kev came over realizing the confusion you were feeling.
“They do that shit every once in awhile, both of em are hot heads. But I doubt you wanna see them making up, last time Vee had to hose them down with the seltzer hose.” Kev shuddered.
Your eyes widened and then Kev laughed, “I mean what can you expect from a married couple from the Southside?”
Surprise then realization dawned on you and you shook your head taking a sip out of your bottle.
Even with the little show, the Alibi seemed like an alright enough bar.
