Trent, Mickey & Open
Mickey simply grinned. Wasn't he supposed to be a teenager? It was distinctly possible for him to get pent-up sexual frustration in 24 hours, right? Sometimes, it felt that way. Sometimes, it felt like he could get up to that point in five minutes.
He dug up a quarter from his jeans, presenting it to Kane. He nodded at the juke-box. "Go on, then. Pick your poison."
With that, he stalked off to the dancefloor, long-legged and cocky. He gave Trent a daring look before being absorbed by the small crowd there.