Ian sighed quietly as he sat on the porch of the Milkovich residence, waiting anxiously for Mickey to arrive. Mickey had just gotten out of juvy for the second time--this time for breaking into the Kash-n'-Grab. After a little less than a year, he was released for good behavior and was finally making his way home to likely resort back to the Milkovich way; robbing, stealing, shooting, selling. Ian was indifferent--Mickey was his sort of friend, sort of fuck buddy, whatever.