[ mickey flashes a quick, clearly sarcastic smile that doesn't reach his eyes, more like a flinch than a real expression. yeah, haha, you're adorable, smartass. anyway - ]

Today? None. [ mickey shrugs, ] Last night, one, but with a whole buncha drunk fucks that watch too much WWE.

[ as if the mention of chair-weaponry spurns it, mickey's pushes the heel of his palm against the middle of his back, features twisting into something more like irritation than actual pain. he's taken worse and still gotten back up ready to keep going. meh. he snorts at alec's comment, and yeah, it's more survival than hobby, but fuck it, this dude doesn't need his life story, so he shrugs. ]

Passes the time. You gonna deck me or what, gentle giant?