[Erm... so this takes place around Halloween time, pookies.]

He's takin' you out for the night. It doesn't matter if you wanna go or not - he already abandoned the other bafoons for you, and there's no going back now.

"Get dressed. We're going out."

His tone left no room argument, and neither did the way he slammed your bedroom door open to waltz in like he owned the place.

That's not too surprising since he'd technically paid it off for you, but... how the hell did he get in? Mike wasn't given a key - ever.

"You've got..."

Michael paused, checking his watch before staring back at you with a less than patient look on his face.

"...half an hour. Hurry up."

He grumbled before slamming the door shut behind him, waiting impatiently outside.

I wonder what kind of drugs he was on to get an idea like this.