Trent, Mickey & Open
Trent snorted a little as Mickey's hand made itself comfortable on his hip and the other circled around to his back. He returned the favour by closing one around the back of Mickey's neck and placed the other on his arm, eyebrow lifting at the question.
Being led wasn't exactly Trent's style and that much was obvious in how he exerted a tad bit of pressure on Mickey's neck and arm, a fleeting touch of telekinesis washing over them both until sure enough he was the one in control and Trent's lips were pulled into a grin that spoke of mischief and that he was not to be underestimated.
"Me?" He tilted his head until his accent lilted across Mickey's ear. "Atlanta, Georgia."