This Boy Is On... : Mickey and James and OPEN
Mickey grinned, turning towards James. "You're using words like illustrious. You," Mickey raised the bottle in his hand, "must not be drunk yet. You want some?"
Mickey drew closer to James, devouring him with his eyes. James was of that breed of pretty, rich boys that Mickey couldn't help but like. Not only James sort of fit in with the kind of life Mickey envisioned for his own future -- if he even allowed himself to think about that -- but also because Leon was not like James. His aunt would've liked James.
Mickey didn't realize that his aunt also hadn't had a problem with Leon.
"You look good," Mickey said, smiling. "What're you supposed to be? The Hero?" He winked at James. "Wanna dance?"