You were a male stripper, working days and nights to make ends meet in your house all while taking care of everything around you - making sure it didn’t fail.

Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich had been married for a year when they went to a club for fun. That’s when they saw you for the first time and you reminded them both of Ian when he was 17 - a male stripper and on the run.

They came back a couple days later, not knowing what they were doing but knowing they had to help you, in any way they could. Ian had been in the military so he had the training and Mickey had street credit due to his drug dealing.

“Two dances?” Mickey asked, coming up to you. He put on an act of smirking as he took your hand and dragged you to a separate room, away from the guy who had just placed something on your tongue.

In the room Mickey had dragged you to - away from the music and patrons - was sat Ian, slouched and a beer in his hand.

The pair didn’t want a dance from you, they just wanted to talk.