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They decided to have their bachelor party together. They know this is not how things should be and each of them should have one of their own as their ‘one last night of freedom’ but fuck that shit. Both of them feel most free when they are together and they already spent more than enough time apart from one another when they didn’t want to so…no more. Also since when do Ian and Mickey follow the rules when it comes to their relationship?
Both of them are having the party at the Alibi but just to keep things a little bit separate, their families decided to split the room to Ian’s party and Mickey’s party. Lip, Ian’s best man, is in charge of the left part of the bar, and Mandy, Mickey’s best man, is in charge of the right part of the bar. Come to think of it maybe their siblings kept it separate so they wouldn’t have to interact with each other given their rocky breakup. There is even a police tape on the floor and the bar, separating the two halves at which Mickey rolls his eyes when he enters the Alibi with his fiance.
Their families are already there. Mickey’s siblings are on the right side and Ian’s on the left. Kev and V are behind the bar and of course, there are also party crashers like Frank, Tommy, and Kermit, and some random people who might not even know Ian or Mickey or their engagement but they just wanted to join the party. The place is more crowded than Mickey was ready for… he needs to take a shot asap. But then when he looks at his social butterfly of a boyfriend beaming at everybody he calms down a little and smiles at him. Ian turns to him then and squeezes his hand.
“C’mon, Mick, we better start the party before Iggy drinks all the booze without us.” Mandy approaches Mickey and points behind her at their brother. Iggy must have heard her because he flips her off. Mickey chuckles.
“Alright, alright.” The smile doesn’t leave Mickey’s face. Ian turns to him and tells him to enjoy the party. He gives Mickey a quick kiss but he’s rudely dragged to ‘his side’ of the party by Debbie and Fiona.
“You’ll have the rest of your lives for that, now let’s go.” Fiona says with a grin on her face while dragging her younger brother away. Ian is glad she came to visit and stay for his wedding. He appreciates it a lot, god knows he would be disappointed, to say the least, if she didn’t make it to his wedding, probably much like Mickey would if he didn’t have Mandy there.
Ian starts off with a few beers and he’s doing quite fine despite being a lightweight but then when it comes to the Jack Daniels and orange juice shots that Frank, for whatever reason, mixed and insisted on everyone to take it all goes downhill from there.
At some point, when everybody’s drunk and people don’t really care anymore, both parties fuse together. Ian’s drunk as well but he’s happy. He starts to look for his fiance in the crowd since it’s been a few hours that they’ve seen each other and as lame as it sounds he’s starting to miss him. He doesn’t feel as lame when he finally finds him and sees Mickey darting his eyes around the room, clearly looking for Ian as well, and smiling when they land on the tipsy redhead.
They dance together and few people even join them on the dance floor. Ian, against his better judgment and Mickey’s warning, drinks a little more until they finally settle in one of the booths. Ian is practically laying on top of Mickey with his head resting on Mickey’s chest and his long legs bent to fit on the rest of the booth. He’s more drunk than Mickey has seen him in a long time since the redhead doesn’t like to drink on his meds. Mickey’s had quite a few drinks himself but he’s far from being as gone as Ian is. He’s definitely gonna feel this in the morning.
Mickey looks around the room and he wouldn’t admit it out loud but he’s happy to see the people around him having a good time. Fiona and V sitting at the bar cackling with their loud ass laughs while Kev pours them more shots. Carl and Iggy arm-wrestling a few tables away from them. Fucking Frank having one of his long speeches to people who probably don’t give a shit about it. Lip and Debbie playing pool together obviously bickering as well…again. Mandy dancing on some dude in the middle of the dance floor…and yeah…he has to look away because…gross.
He looks down at his boyfriend when he feels him rub his face into his chest to probably get more comfortable… or as comfortable as he can in this old-ass booth. Mickey kind of thought he fell asleep but Ian’s eyes are open now. He can’t help himself but beam at his fiance. He’s so cute and tipsy, smiling like an idiot. He’s fucking adorable.
But out of nowhere, Ian frowns in thought.
“What is it?” Mickey asks when he notices.
“I thought I was your best friend.” Ian mumbles, the frown not leaving his face.
“You are.” Mickey assures him and combs his fingers through Ian’s hair.
“Then why can’t I be your best man?!” Ian actually pouts.
Mickey blinks at him slowly to asses if Ian is serious.
“You’re marrying me, dumbass.” Mickey draws his eyebrows together.
“Oh.” Ian looks like he just realized… which he probably did given his state.
Mickey shakes his head but grins at the ridiculousness of it all.
“I’m getting married?” Ian asks innocently.
“Yeah, tough guy.” Mickey snorts and strokes his cheek. Adorable fucker.
“Well… do you want to be my best man, Mick?” Ian barely articulates as if all the information Mickey told him half a minute ago went out the window.
“Okay, yeah, that’s it. We’re going home.” Mickey slowly stands up and Ian groans when he has to leave the comfortable position.
Mickey tells Lip that they are leaving just in case somebody was looking for them. Lip, seeing his brother a while ago, probably expected they would have to leave soon. Mickey supports Ian the whole way home. When they finally arrive he makes Ian drink a glass of water and takes off his pants and shoes before tucking him in bed. He joins him soon enough under the covers and cuddles against his drunk fiance, taking on the role of a big spoon on this occasion. He kisses the back of his neck and kind of expects Ian to already be asleep.
“We’re getting married.” Ian mumbles quietly into the dark.
“Yeah, we are.” Mickey kisses the back of his head once again before getting comfortable and getting ready for sleep. “I love you. Good night, E.” Mickey says lastly to his undoubtedly already passed-out future husband.