It's quite possible that nobody is happier about Mickey Rourke's recent success with The Wrestler. Well, okay, Mickey's agent and manager are probably pretty stoked, and I suspect his accountant is doing a subtle jig. His Mystic Tan technician might also be in a good mood. And Mickey himself must be happy. But other than THAT, I am first in line.
Why? Because I want more of this:
If this thing pays off for him, Mickey might not merely LOOK like a dude who is about to open up his own riverboat casino so he can challenge the best bluffers in the West to try and beat him at his own poker table; he might actually DO it. Which, clearly, will lead to way more shiny jeans, glittery jackets, and satin vests, the likes of which would make Chuck Bass swoon with envy. And a thousand Gossip Girl fanfics are born.
Why? Because I want more of this:
If this thing pays off for him, Mickey might not merely LOOK like a dude who is about to open up his own riverboat casino so he can challenge the best bluffers in the West to try and beat him at his own poker table; he might actually DO it. Which, clearly, will lead to way more shiny jeans, glittery jackets, and satin vests, the likes of which would make Chuck Bass swoon with envy. And a thousand Gossip Girl fanfics are born.
