Squatting, how else?

[ as if he would actually purchase or deal for a house, ian, please, you know him. while ian digs out a cigarette, mickey pulls his zippo free, automatically lighting the stick up for him once ian has it between his lips. jerking his head down the street, he turns, assuming ian will follow. ] Get this - the cops around here? Fat ass house cats. All of 'em. Unless you're setting shit on fire or murdering someone that don't need to be murder, they don't give a single shit.

[ very house cat like, mickey's a fan. ]