Jason Statham
"Aye, wanna come over tonight?"
Ian looked up from the cans he was restocking. "Yeah," he answered immediately, then added, "why?"
"My brother bought the new Jason Statham movie on DVD from this Korean lady selling screeners on the street. It's supposed to be bad-ass."
"Everything he does is bad-ass, Mick."
He resumed working, not thinking twice about the invitation from the older boy.
"Think Linda will let me use an employee discount on beer?" Mickey asked Ian as they were closing up for the night.
Ian laughed. "Probably not. I'll pitch in for a six-pack though."
"Nah, man. I need a two-four. Iggy and Joey drink beer like fucking fish."
"Oh. Wait a second—your brothers are gonna be there?"
"Yeah... Joey bought the DVD."
"And you want... me... to come too?" he asked incredulously.
"I wouldn't have fuckin' asked you to come if I didn't fuckin' want you there. Just don't do anything too gay, alright?"
"I'll try, but I dunno Mick... it's gonna be hardhide my boner while watching Statham for two hours," he teased.
Mickey screwed his face up in mock disgust. "You need to get over your old-man fetish, Gallagher."
He went into the fridge and grabbed a case of beer, bringing it to Ian who was counting the cash from the register.
They locked up and walked towards the Milkovich house.
"Are you gonna put your arm around my shoulders while we watch the movie?"
"I'm gonna throw this case at your face, that's what I'm gonna do," Mickey scoffed.