This is a short one-shot I quickly wrote about how Mickey got the photo of Ian. Enjoy
"Ay, Gallagher come take a look at this." Mickey calls for Ian. It was a hot summer day; Ian and Mickey were working at the Kash and Grab, stocking shelves and pop cans. Ian turned around to see what Mickey wanted.
"I jacked that old guy's camera the other day." He holds up the small point and shoot to Ian. "It's probably worth a good 300 bucks. We could sell it and buy some good weed with that kinda money." Mickey explains as Ian takes the small camera from the Thug's hand.
He turns on the electronic and starts flipping through the photos that were saved on the memory chip. Family photos of Ned and the family, Jimmy/Steve and his siblings and a ton of pictures of a family vacation.
"Imma have to get rid of those photos though, nobody's gonna wanna buy a camera with photos of some old dude and his family." Ian is already on it, deleting the photos as he's flipping through them. When he was finished, a smile crept on his lips and looked up at Mickey, holding the camera to his face.
"Say cheese" Ian grins and snaps a photo of Mickey before he was ready. He blinks as the flash goes off and Mickey groans, rubbing his eyes.
"The fuck, bitch! Don't fuckin' take pictures of me, jesus."
He snatches the camera from Ian and deletes the photo himself. Mickey nibbles on his bottom lip, hiding a small smile on his lips as he points the camera to Ian. "Ready?" he raises an eyebrow. Ian laughs and sticks up his middle finger, keeping a small grin on his face as Mickey snaps the photo.
Mickey reviewed the photo, sliding his tongue along his bottom lip and biting down on the flesh.
"How does it look?"
"The flash ruined the color of your fuckin' hair." Mickey mumbles, taking the memory chip out from the camera and putting it in his pocket. Ian raises an eyebrow at the Thug when he notices that he was keeping the photo.
"Nobody is gonna wanna see your pasty ass face."