For a moment Adam dared to hope that Mickey would turn down his offer, though it was a force of habit more than anything else. The man spent a majority of his time all on his own and had done so for all his life. Even when he was forced to attend boarding school, surrounded by hundreds of boys his age, he kept himself safely locked away in the comfort of his own dorm with only the protagonists of his latest read to keep him company. He could count the number of friends he had on one hand and from them, there was really only one that he actually cared for. Adam glanced up at the sound of Mickeyâs voice, arching a thick black brow, his head naturally falling to one side. Heâd expected the boy to mull it over, to hem and haw like businessmen and socialites did when they were invited out by people they didnât know or particularly like. Itâs what he wouldâve done. âA favor,â Adam repeated with a slow hesitant nod. He knew what the word meant, of course, he was as well-versed in English as he was in his mother tongue â but the word âfavorâ still felt foreign. He was the son of one of Franceâs richest and most powerful man, destined to be rich and powerful himself someday, a favor was never really just a favor. Everyone came to collect eventually. He listened to the rest of Mickeyâs shpeal, very quickly noting that all the boyâs rambling could be summed up in one simple word. Yes.
Adam rose to his feet, running his hands down the front of his shirt to help smooth any wrinkles from sitting. âThereâs a pub a few miles down the road,â He replied as he for the door, âItâs not exactly known for its ambiance but alcohol taste tends to taste the same with or with tasteful decor.â Adam was a naturally a fast walker but he made a conscious effort to try to keep pace with Mickey as the two of them walked through the corridor. âI hope itâs safe to assume that you have a driverâs license and that itâs got your name on it  â what is your name?â
It was absolutely unprecedented for Mickey to do something strictly on impulse alone. Hell, it was practically the most absurd anomaly there was, but it was very much like him to do things for the betterment of otherâs and to see them happy, so that was how he chose to justify it in his own head. Mickey even took to his feet quicker than he had expected. Part of him believed that being Adamâs chauffeur for the night would inevitably aid him in forgetting about his parents for a little bit, buy him some more time to run from his problems rather than actually address them. Sure, it wasnât necessarily the best option, but he could always go back to his childhood home whenever his parents were back in town and have a little one on two with them. But, for tonight, he was going to be the best designated driver that Adam had ever seen and he was going to make sure that the other man got back home safe and sound, despite not knowing him at all. Fishing for his keys in his pocket, he was thankful for once that he always kept the lump of metal that always poked into his thighs in his pocket at all time, even when he wasnât necessarily planning on driving. Better to be safe than sorry, after all.
As the two headed down the hallway, Mickey perked a brow and tilted his headâs direction towards Adam to signify that he was listening. âHey, Iâll take you wherever you fancy most. If itâs a dingy little dive bar, I have no gripes.â Mickey was in no position to judge since he was most likely going to spend his night in his own room, crying over films that would only aid in him crying even more. âYou would be right in your assumption. Iâm not about to go and drive around town without a license. Thatâd be a little silly.â Mickey led the two out of the building and into the compoundâs parking lot to where he clicked a button on his keys, his car beeping in accordance a walk away. âMy name is Mickey Windsor. You can even check my license if it so pleases you. I promise I am not lying.â He confirmed as he lead the other man to his Volkswagen beetle, silver body with red fabric convertible top. Suffice to say, it screamed Mickey. âAfter you,â He offered, opening up the passenger door for his passenger for the night.