Learning New Things

The end of the day was creeping up on Mike as he turned the Monkeemobile down another street. The sun was setting, burning the rest of the afternoon oil out and he had sweat sticking to his forehead. He'd intended only to be out for maybe an hour or so just to look for some clubs. But then Micky wanted to join and since Micky was going, Davy wanted in too. Luck had not been on their side and as it turned out, two owners of the couple of clubs they'd been looking into were revivals in business and...past lovers. Somehow in their plan to use jealousy as a way to book a gig, they had ended up planning the couples second wedding. Mike looked into the rear-view mirror and saw that Davy had fallen asleep. It had surely been an exhausting day. He was surprised Micky hadn't faded off during the drive home, not even once and he'd done most of the running around.

"Ain't ya tired, Mick?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side but not moving his eyes from the road.

He felt Micky shift on his seat and slouch a little. "So tired." He exaggerated his words in that special way that he always did. Mike chuckled and stopped at the red-light ahead of them. "But I figure, how entertaining can it be if you're the only one left?" Micky shrugged.

Mike shook his head with a small grin and turned the car once more. They'd been gone for nearly the whole day and it was getting close to dark. He had already made sure to call Peter, who'd stayed home to proof the pad of anything that could trigger bad superstitions. For the first half of the day, Mike had thought it was a ridiculous idea but after a while of living the kind of day they were, it seemed logical.

The sound of Davy slipping in his sleep and falling onto the car door ledge thumped in Mike's ear. He picked up the pace just a touch while the sun fell perfectly align with the curve of their windshield. He squinted and used a spare hand to lift the dreadfully warm wool-hat from his head. Ruffling his own hair, he turned the wheel onto their own street after what felt like an eternity.

Micky's sigh of relief was light and breezy but filled with all the strain from the day that Mike couldn't possibly put into words. It made him feel a little bit guilty about how the day went down.

A large gust of night-time chilly air flew past them and weaved through their hair. Both he and Micky basked in it for a few seconds before they moved to go inside, almost leaving poor Davy behind. But the little man seemingly woke himself up and glared at them like he had been testing them.

"You guys have no manners. Just gonna leave me there, huh?" He stuck his thumb back out to the vehicle as he bounded after them to the door. Micky's answer was one little smirk and a shrug. Over the top of Davy's head, Mike spotted his hat still sitting on the car seat and strolled back on over to get.

"Oh but yes, go back for your precious hat, innit that nice?" He rolled his eyes as Mike lazily strolled back with a smile of his own, hat back on his head.

"Well I had to go back for it."

"And why's that?" Davy challenged, looking rather interested.

"Without it, my character just blends in with you guys." Mike playfully smacked the back of Davy's head and headed for the door, hearing Micky's giggling intermingling with Davy's annoyed sigh. He patted on his pockets for a moment or two before Micky pulled the keys from his own pocket and handed them over with a grin.

His eagerness to get inside to actually relax was pulling some speed out of his quick fingers. The boys behind him had somehow begun a playful fight in a matter of seconds and were shoving each other, sweat dripped down his temple and the ache to just sit down to eat was immense. So when the door finally creaked open, Mike breathed in and out slowly to really enjoy the relief of home before Micky and Davy practically fell onto him. He honestly would have been more caught off guard if the off-putting sight of something else hadn't already jolted him to a, surprisingly stable, halt.