6.

The normals, they make me afraid

The crazies, they make me feel sane

'Teasing Mickey would certainly be interesting.' Salomé thought as she leaned back in the chair eyeing Mickey who tightened his hold on her ankle.

The twenty year old titled her head to the side then bit down on her fingernail glancing down before flicking her eyes upwards to smirk over at Mickey. Mickey couldn't lie, Salomé was gorgeous. Everything about her was gorgeous, you didn't see too many girls like her walking around on the south side. Salomé had a way about her that made you feel like you were on a cloud or on some high, just by the way her eyes met his Mickey felt like he were in a trance. Mickey was unsure of this feeling, he was unsure about a lot of things. One of those things including Ian.

Mickey shoved Salomé' ankle to the floor and pushed away from the table to stand. Salomé shrugged her shoulders not the least bit surprised that Mickey wouldn't take her up on her offer and sat up straight leaning over to grasp her wine glass swallowing the warm fruity wine. Mickey stood beside the table turning to eye Ian's table and watched as Luke or whatever the fuck the old turd's name was get up from the table after squeezing Ian's knee and headed towards the restrooms.

It was now or never.

With a snap of his fingers he turned his attention back to Salomé who already proceeded to flirt with some teenage at another table with his family. Mickey scowled as he yelled out to the teenager, "Let your fuckin' balls drop before you decide to take this one for a ride. Tonight she belongs to me."

The teenager held his face down in shame while his family glared at Mickey in disgust at the language he used to express himself. Salomé laughed behind the rim of her wine glass and sat it down finishing what was left in the glass, "How can I help you Mickey mouse?"

Mickey rolled his eyes at the nickname the Spanish-Egyptian gave him turning his head to glance back at Ian who now sat alone. Mickey removed his eyes from Ian to the woman who sat before him, "I don't know Salami this was your bright idea to get Ian jealous or whatever. So get your ass up and dance with me."

Salomé let out a chuckle at Mickey and shook her head as she crossed one leg over the other. She then arched forward resting her elbows on the edge of the table and rested her smooth chin on the palm of her hand, "I'm sorry Mickey mouse but I'm going to have to decline your offer. I don't take orders from little boys who do not know how to properly ask a fine woman like myself to dance."

Mickey quirked his eyebrows up high like he usually does when he's irritated. He pressed his hand to his mouth letting out a long exhale then moving his hand down to chin to keep his cool. "Are you serious right now?"

"So serious." Salomé quipped, angling her face away from the nineteen year old.

"If you think I'm gonna get on my knees and fuckin' beg you to dance with me, then you're out of your mind. I'm also probably the biggest man you know." Mickey snapped.

Salomé filled up her wine glass with more white zinfandel and pressed the glass to her small lips eyeing Mickey up and down before resting on his pants. She then hummed behind her glass before turning her head to look out into the city lights. Mickey couldn't believe Salomé was trying to play him right now, first she gave out this idea to get Ian's attention back, then when he wants to take her up her offer she wants to question not only his manhood but his size too? Yeah she was out of her mind alright.

Mickey snatched the glass from Salomé hand and shoved it onto the table. Salomé let out a small gasp and crossed her arms waiting to see what Mickey would try next. Mickey wasn't used to girls being difficult like the twenty year old in front of him. The girls that he did surround himself with did whatever he told them to do but not this one in front of him.

"May I have this dance, your royal highness?" Mickey held his hands out sarcastically gaining the attention of a few tables that surrounded the two.

Salomé eyed all the normal people around them, it was strange being watched by people that didn't fit into her and Mickey's category. Salomé smiled at Mickey and stood up placing her hand in his. Mickey turned from the table and tightened his hold on Salomé' soft hand as he pulled her along not bothering to eye Ian as they passed by his table. Salomé pressed her free hand into Mickey's back leaning forward, "Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

Salomé turned to Ian and waved at him before stepping onto the wooden dance floor. Mickey didn't particularly care for this kind of music but he figured he could deal with at least one slow dance to see if this whole thing would cause a reaction from Ian. Mickey dared a glance at Ian to see him cross his arms and lean back watching the two. Salomé gripped Mickey's chin turning his face back to her's, "This isn't going to work if you keep looking back at Ian like a sad puppy."

Mickey sucked his teeth as Salomé gripped Mickey's hand, placing both hands on the lower curve of her back. She then rested her wrist against the sides of Mickey's neck locking her hands together as they swayed to the music. Mickey kept his eyes trained on the other couples that swayed around the dance floor and scoffed at how cheesy this whole setting was. Is this what rich people do on a nightly basis? Go out to dinner, chat about shit that they this is important, drink their expensive drinks and dance on the floor until they were tired enough to go home? That sounded pretty boring to Mickey.

"What's on your mind?" Salomé whispered, trying to catch Mickey's eyes.

Mickey shrugged his shoulders as he blinked, "I just think it's funny that this is what rich people do. This is the type of guy that Ian wants? This is the guy that he's going after, some guy with money but is boring as shit."

Salomé grinned at Mickey showing her teeth and threw her head back a bit. Mickey frowned at the girl wanting to know what was so damn funny. When Salomé got herself together she wiped a few tears away as Mickey questioned, "What?"

Defensive Mickey mode: ON.

"You're so fucking cute, Mickey." Salomé stated, making sure that her round hooded eyes met his.

Mickey didn't know how to respond to that and continued to stare at the Spanish-Egyptian giving her the cue to go on with what she had to say. He hoped she would say something besides that.

Salomé caressed the skin on the back of Mickey's neck as she explained, "It's not like Ian is going to run off and marry Lloyd. He just wants to go out and have a good time with other people like you continue to do."

"I can screw around with whoever I want."

"Okay...so don't go acting bitchy when Ian goes off and does the same thing."

Mickey frowned, "That's different."

"How?"

Mickey hesitated. He tried to think about how his situation with Ian was much different, so they hooked up lots of times and Mickey would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy all those hook ups with Ian. That's probably the best sex he's ever had, with Ian Gallagher. A boy.

"Well...I hook up with the neighborhood hoes and he fucks with some rich snob who thinks his shit doesn't stink. That's how it's different." Mickey argued.

Salomé laughed once more with a shake of her head, her curls flying into her eyes. Mickey reached forward cautiously to remove a curly strand from sticking to her eyelash.

"Oh what are we going to do with you, Mickey Milkovich?" Salomé cooed.

Remember back when Mickey said it was moments like these that made him question what Salomé was made of? Why he felt like he was drunk or on cloud nine whenever he stared into her brown eyes? Why he felt the urge to drag both hands down to rest against her shapely ass? It was something in the way she stared at him that made him feel like he was the only man in the room that mattered. It was fucking strange but oh so true.

Mickey couldn't contain himself. He had to feel her lips against his again, so he closed the small space between the two. Salomé welcomed Mickey's lips, pressing her tongue against the seam of his lips waiting for his grant of access. When he did the two both exchanged the scent of fruity wine and smoke, the smoke being from Mickey sucking down a few cigarettes as he waited outside the restaurant for Ian. With a squeeze on her backside Salomé arched forward into Mickey's chest letting out a small moan into the kiss. The two drew back from the kiss after hearing a throat be cleared leaving Salomé to nearly feel the burn of the cigarette and leaving Mickey with uncertainty.

The curly haired beauty was the first to break her attention away from Mickey to see Ian standing before them. Salomé could almost see everything written in Ian's dark green eyes as he eyed her with a frown. He then turned to Mickey with pursed lips, "When did you two start dating?"

Mickey swallowed trying to snap himself out of the awe of the kiss. He gathered himself together and moved to stand beside Salomé, "We're just...hangin' out."

Ian nodded his head and molded his lips together before commenting, "Does a lot of your hang out sessions include eating each other's faces or...?"

Mickey clenched his jaw, "We aren't doing anything different than you and your grandpa are doing! So what's the fuckin' problem? We're both enjoying ourselves so lets just leave it at that."

Ian let out a humorless laugh as he stared down at the floor. He didn't like this one bit, first this guy welcomes him into his bed and they screw around a few more times then he goes and slept with Angie and now he's here at a restaurant they both can't afford with some girl they both just met. Ian knew that Mickey knew Salomé the day he rushed her to leave the shop, he just knew something was up.

"You know what? Fine Mick, you win. Enjoy the rest of your life with Salomé here, I hope you guys have a happy life together. Now I'm gonna leave with Lloyd and let him do me raw. So have a nice night." Ian said dangerously calm but it was evident that he was hurt.

Ian spun on his feet towards the exit, finding Lloyd on the way out telling him that he would be outside while he took care of the bill.

Mickey clenched his jaw as he turned to Salomé who remained silent. "Got anymore bright ideas?"

With that said Mickey stalked after Ian, he wasn't letting this go down let that. Salomé followed after Mickey outside where Ian stood with Lloyd's arm thrown over his shoulder while they waited for his ride.

"Ian!" Mickey called as Salomé followed after him.

Ian turned around along with Lloyd and sighed, "What the hell do you want, Mickey?"

Llyod eyed the woman first behind Ian then left his gaze on Mickey as he pointed, "Ah, from the store, right? Oh, come on, Ian, don't be rude. Invite your boyfriend back to my place. I mean, the more the merrier, right?"

Salomé watched wondering how Mickey would react to this.

Mickey chuckled as he faced Lloyd and scratched his nose, "I'm sorry. What'd you call me?"

"What?" Lloyd asked.

That's when Mickey threw his head forward in a headbutt knocking Lloyd to the ground.

"Jesus Mickey!" Ian yelled.

Salomé loved this source of entertainment and stood back watching with a proud smile. She was always taught to fight so this was thrilling for her and watching Mickey do this was a definite turn on.

Mickey flew down onto one knee throwing punches left and right, "What the fuck did you call me, faggot?!"

"Enough." Ian exclaimed trying to push Mickey away from kicking Lloyd but the dark haired nineteen year old just shoved Ian off.

Ian turned to Salomé with wide eyes as in a way for her to help control Mickey as he yelled out another, "Enough!"

Salomé grinned at the sight of blood escaping from Lloyd's mouth and held her hands up, "What I'm enjoying this?"

Ian scowled as he stood back and threw his closed fist into Mickey's throat knocking him to the ground across from Lloyd. Just then the valet driver pulled up with Lloyd's car along with some people leaving the restaurant watching the scene in shock.

"What the fuck Gallagher?" Mickey wheezed as the valet driver rushed over to Lloyd's aid.

Ian ran over to Mickey's side helping him to his feet, "They're gonna call the cops."

Salomé swayed over to the two eyeing the damage done to his throat, knowing he might have slight bruising. She met Mickey's eyes and giggled, "Are you okay?"

Just as Salomé asked that question she noticed Ian checking over Lloyd as well. Mickey glared at girl as in a way to say that he wasn't and called out to Ian, "Come on!"

"Sorry." Ian apologized just as people started to surround the scene.

Salomé crouched down to inspect Lloyd's damage as Mickey called again, "Gallagher!"

"Eh you'll be alright, man. Just use some ice to stop the bleeding and to help the swelling go down." Salomé addressed the older man.

As Ian ran off behind Mickey he paused to see Salomé still standing over Lloyd. He sighed as he ran back over to the girl and scooped her up in his arms which she let out a yelp along with a laugh from being picked up. Ian spun on his feet yelling over his shoulder at the man, "Sorry. I'll text you!" While a man chased after the three.

As the three ran around the corner and through an alley Ian set Salomé back on her feet once they were far enough.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ian scolded shoving Mickey against the brick wall.

Salomé watched as Mickey let out a breathy laugh along with Ian. The two began goofing around shoving the each other around with wild laughter. It seemed as if the two were getting back to normal but their normal was anything but.

"My ginger star...just to let you know Mickey and I aren't dating. It was all to make you jealous." Salomé winked as she rested her hands on both boy's shoulders.

Ian smiled, "Jealous huh?"

Mickey shrugged his shoulders feeling at ease now that he beat the shit out of that old dude. Salomé leaned forward to place a kiss on both boys cheeks, "Mickey Mouse, my ginger star, you two deserve each other."

After saying this Salomé began walking away from the two until Ian called out to her, "Hey Salomé! Where are you off to?"

Salomé grinned as she spun her dress flapping in the wind, "Ask Mickey."

Ian and Mickey both watched as the girl strolled the streets in her heels without a problem. Ian then turned to Mickey quizzing, "Well?"

Mickey chuckled throwing his arm over Ian's shoulder as they also began walking, "That girl is crazy let me tell you..."

Salomé stood in the large bedroom in her black lace bra and underwear. Beside her Tony stood with his own purge mask on with the words GOD written on the forehead. Tony held J.R.'s phone in his hands as recorded Salomé sliding herself down J.R.'s bruised body with her own purge mask on as well. She had used her dagger set to her full advantage stabbing the knives into where it would hurt the most on the body.

The twenty year old let out a laugh as she flipped herself over her hands on the sides of the chair as she poked her backside to the camera. Salomé pulled out the biggest dagger from J.R.'s thigh liking to hear him scream behind the duct tape, "Scream all you want. Remember you sent Carla home because you thought I bailed out on you? No one can hear you. Ahhh! Ah!"

Salomé laughed, "You look so beautiful right now. Even better than when you were asleep."

J.R. yelled something behind the tape and she turned to her brother, "I think he wants to say something."

Salomé ripped the tape back causing J.R. to wince, "What is it that you want to say darling? We couldn't hear you." She drew her dagger down J.R.'s face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you people?! Why are you doing this?!" J.R. screamed.

Salomé shushed J.R., "See I will do anything to protect my family. My family comes from a vicious background and whenever you cross one of us...we have to do something about it. We take matters into our own hands. We are proving ourselves to this precious fucked up world that our voices are just as important as all the 7 billion people in the world."

"What?! This- this hasn't nothing to do with me okay?! I don't even know you!" J.R. spat.

Salomé laughed again as Tony stepped forward zooming in on J.R.'s face as Tony said, "No. But your big brother knows us. Your brother disrespected me."

"Our family doesn't handle disrespect well. We retaliate. Now is there anything else you want to say to your family before you die?"

J.R. shook against his taped hands, "No! No! You can't do this to me! When I get out this chair-!"

Tony pulled the dagger from his sister's hand and effortlessly slit J.R. throat smiling at the blood the spilled from his throat. Tony ended the video and proceeded to send the text to J.R. brother. After sending the message Tony placed the phone on J.R.'s lap patting his head as he moved to put his clothes back on. Salomé hugged her brother who accepted his bloody sister into his arms and the two broke apart as Salomé's phone began to ring. She walked over to her clutch pulling out her phone to see Mandy calling her.

"Sal...I have a problem with this pedophile bitch. I need some back-up on digging her grave, are you down?"

Salomé turned to the sight behind her and responded with a wicked smile.

A/N: So I'm back. I know I didn't update at all last month but I'll be able to more throughout the next two months since I'm on winter break. Can't wait for next month because shameless finally returns! I only have one thing to say about the trailer of season 6 for Mickey/Ian...the writers messed up!

Mickey clearly knows how to spell "Gallagher" because back in season 1 when he chased after Ian he spray painted it against a building. Now you want to have him get a tattoo of Ian's last name but have it misspelled? Oh okay *Breaks neck* LOL like come on get your shit together people.

Anyways thanks for the reviews and favorites on the last chapter :)

See you when I see you ;p