Mickey & Leon
Mickey smirked at Leon. "He said shouldn't, but I think he meant couldn't." Mickey shrugged. While his natural state was shirtless, he knew there were rules against it. No shirt, no shoes, no service. It sucked, but tonight, Mickey didn't care much. He'd be shirtless later.
Leon and he would do an entirely different sort of dancing.
He wasn't entirely sure why he did, or why he felt the need to, but Leon was being adorable. Perhaps it was the drinks. Perhaps it was the way the voodooist said they'd always have each other -- but not to love, just to put up with. It meant little pressure. As Leon babbled about the punch, Mickey leaned in and gave Leon one hell of a kiss.