"I can not believe- were stuck in here."

"Is it really that bad?"

"Yes. I like my space." Nikolai glanced at Mick "This feels like one of those sleepovers that I never saw the appeal of"

"You don't like sleepover?! Who doesn't like sleepovers?!"
"We don't really do sleepovers in the mafia." 

Mick supposed that made sense. He watched as Nikolai continued to pace around the room before the man stopped and walked over to a cabinet pulling out a bottle and two cups 

"You want some?"

"Sure"

Mick sat down on the floor and took the cup Nikolai handed him. He took a sip as he watched Nikolai down the entire cup 

"Geez-"

"What? I'm thirsty and stressed out."

"Fair enough" Mick finished his cup "I can't really blame you..."

Nikolai nodded and poured Mick a bit more of the drink. 

"So... I'm gonna assume you want me to sleep on- the floor..."
"What?" Nikolai looked over at Mick "Oh- no. I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor. Just put some pillows between us or something..."

"Told you we were friends" Mick teased as he finished his cup again 

"Shut up."

Mick just chuckled. Nikolai was really beginning to grow on him. He really liked the guy. The two sat their drinking away

"Is this- Vodka...?"
"It's something." Nikolai muttered 

"How high is your alchohol- like- intake? I think is the word" Mick asked as he watched Nikolai drink his now fourth glass "I guess- how many can you drink before you get drunk?"

"I don't plan on getting drunk- or at least all the way drunk."

"Yeah me neither..."

Mick took another sip. Between the two of them the bottle Nikolai had grabbed had been finished. Mick stood up and grabbed another one. He hadn't had alchohol in awhile- and it was starting to taste really good. The two sat their drinking away. Mick glanced at Nikolai. 

Had Nikolai always looked that good... or was it just the alchohol making him feel that...? 

"Do- you- does everyone just call you Nikolai...?" Mick muttered

Damn- maybe he was a bit drunk 

"That... or Sir- or- boss-" Nikolai muttered back as he took another sip "My father always told me- nicknames- weren't good for the mafia..." 

"Does that mean I can't..." Mick downed another cup "I can't... nickname... you..."

Nikolai glanced at Mick- he had begun to drink from the bottle itself 

"no- you can-" Nikolai paused "it's fine"

"ok..." Mick muttered "more-"

Nikolai took the bottle from his mouth and began to pour some into Mick's cup. Mick snatched the bottle and drank some out of it. He didn't want to get that drunk- but... this shit tasted good. And he highly enjoyed his half drunk state since he kept thinking about the man next to him. 

"Why did you-"
"I don't- care- about... your... saliva..." Mick muttered- some of his words coming out oddly "tastes fine... either way..." 

"oh you don't mind it do you..."

Mick glanced at Nikolai. Something in the back of his mind told him to laugh it off- but he really didn't want to. Nikolai... was just so...

"no... don't mind..." Mick looked at the empty bottle sitting between the two "Niko..."

"nickname..."

"yeah- you- like-"
"You... yeah..." Niko muttered "nickname.. I mean..."

"Me-"

"Nickname-"
"But me-" Mick scooted closer to Niko "Like- you-"

Half drunk- Mick was aware enough to tell that both him and Niko were half drunk and just saying things to each other. Mick wasn't sure- did he mean what he said- did he like Niko- this man that he had just met...? It had been like what... a day? maybe two- he had lost count. But then again- Mick did fall for people very fast. 

"You-" Niko blinked "drunk... were..."
"Not all the way..." Mick muttered as he scooted closer "not... um... not-" 

"more... than..."

As Niko got up to grab yet another bottle- Mick yanked the man back down- causing Niko to almost fall into Mick's lap

"no... don't want- don't want to throw up..." Mick mumbled still clinging to Niko's arm "don't leave..."

"but... drinks..."

Mick looked at Niko. Maybe it was the alchohol in him- or maybe it was his actual feelings- but the only thought on Mick's mind was to kiss the man sitting next to him. So- Mick pulled Niko closer to him 

"Permission to..." Mick muttered as he just leaned forward "to..."

"yeah..."

Mick just went for it. He kissed Niko as gently as he could. He didn't know if Niko would kiss him back- seeing as the man had freaked out over the fact the two were sharing a room- but it seemed in his half drunk state Niko didn't care because he did kiss Mick back. Mick pulled away for a slight second- he had a lopsided grin on his face

"I want... to do it... again..." Mick muttered

It appeared that Niko wanted to as well because before Mick knew it he was kissing the man yet again. Mick new that kissing Niko half drunk maybe wasn't the best idea- but he wanted to kiss him. Mick was practically in Nikolai's lap the bottle had been moved out of the way. 

He was beginning to realize that it wasn't the alchohol talking. He really liked kissing Niko- and well- he really liked the man. 

"you- god-" Mick breathed when the two stopped kissing yet again "fuck..."

"Mick... im not fully drunk..."
"Yeah I know-" Mick could feel his mind starting to become more focused "Neither am I... that doesn't change anything right?"
"No..."
"So you want to... kiss again...? Possibly... make out..." Mick blinked for a moment letting his mind focus a bit more 

"yeah..."
"and... possibly... more than that?"

"possibly"

Mick grinned 

"You gonna... pull me into your lap... or am I just going to sit in it halfway?"

"Fine." Niko pulled Mick all the way into his lap "Happy?"
"Extremly." Mick started to laugh "Does this mean were friends"

Instead of Niko's usual response of "Shut up" this time he actually shut Mick up with a kiss. Mick could not help but grin 

Being stuck in a room with a mafia boss... and then kissing him? Very cliche 

But then again... 

He had always loved cliche's