Mickey lazily swatted at Leon when his hat was taken, though he definitely wasn't pro-active enough to prevent it from being stolen. He ran a hand through his hair, artfully messing it up again. "Hey," he said. "I can totally contain myself. I'm the king of containment." Mickey had a bet going with Leon, see who would break first. Who'd be the first to want to have sex. Mickey wouldn't lose the bet.
Mickey rolled his eyes at the 'no hook-ups', knowing it was probably aimed at him. He wasn't going to have sex in a room he shared. He wasn't that unclassy. Besides, there were tons of places to hook up, wherever you went.
Not that he was going to. Probably.
"I like that rule," Mickey said. "The pre-party one. And, oh, hey, I don't mind us going out and doing separate things during the day, but we should always have dinner together."