Mickey, well.. Mickey hadn't really had the chance to react before finding himself in the situation he was in now. He was being held off the ground by the throat by the other man. His hands grasped desperately at the one holding him - trying to loosen the other man's grip and get himself free. But it wasn't working. This fucker was strong. Probably stronger than he had any right to be. But he was Mickey Milkovich, the kid who'd decked a cop to get put back in juvie rather than deal with his problems. And he had no idea how to deal with the problem of being here. So he'd opted for not giving a shit.
And so he made the stupid choice. He wasn't going to beg. Certainly not to someone like that. He managed to choke out a fuck. you. and he let his hands fall back to his sides.