brutal, shameless

xxxiii. frank the plumber

―

"Hey, you got an extra one of those?" Fiona asked Debbie as she came down into the kitchen for breakfast.

"You're gonna be late!" Debbie told her as she chucked an Eggo at her sister.

"Got nothing to wear," Fiona shrugged, "Gonna see what V has."

"Is your new job at a strip club?" Lip asked with a smirk, seeing her outfit.

Fiona rolled her eyes, "Ha, ha."

"I wasn't kidding." Lip said.

"Most employees go for employees of the month," Hannah spoke up as she leant against the counter, "But not our sister. She goes for slut of the year."

Fiona flicked the redhead's ear before she turned to address all of her siblings, "It's a temp office job, so I don't know how long the day's gonna be. I expect all of you to help Jimmy with dinner and get your homework done and generally avoid setting the house on fire."

"Oh, that last one may be a little difficult." Hannah smirked.

"Overcompensating." Lip sang.

"She feels guilty for turning us into latchkey kids." Ian said as their guardian hit all three of them over the head.

"What's a latchkey kid?" Carl asked as the backdoor opened and Mandy came into the house.

"Hey." Fiona said.

"I left some stuff here that I need." Mandy told her, not meeting a Gallagher's eyes before she ran upstairs.

Lip looked at Hannah and Ian, "Is it wrong if I just leave for school?"

"Later." Fiona said as she picked up her bag and left.

"Talk to her, you dick." Hannah told Lip, grabbing an Eggo off of his plate and rushing outside to greet Elodie before school.

―

Hannah couldn't help but chuckle as Xavier continued to pepper kisses up and down her neck.

"You know, that's not really the response I'm hoping for here." He told her.

"Sorry," Hannah laughed as they both leaned back, "You're just very intent on making me put loads of makeup on my neck lately."

Xavier shrugged, "Is it wrong to want to show people that you're mine?"

Hannah shook her head as he continued, "I guess. Though, don't confuse yourself. I'm not yours. I'm mine."

―

"Do you know how many nerve endings are in the foreskin of a penis?" Veronica asked the Gallaghers, Kevin and Elodie as she poured herself some more wine from the gift baskets of the gays.

"I don't think there's a single guy who wishes he had more nerves down there." Lip chuckled.

"Well, what if our son wants to be a transsexual?" Veronica proposed, "They will need that skin to make him a proper vagina."

Kevin's face screwed up in confusion, "Why is that even a question?"

"Hey, I'd appreciate it." Elodie shrugged with a laugh.

"The gays brought the gift baskets, Kevin," Veronica exclaimed, opening her arms at the coffee table, as the front door opened and Fiona came in, "Look at all the gift baskets. I'm saying, it's a possibility."

"What's all this?" Fiona asked with a small laugh.

"Frank told the world he's gay." Debbie said, Hannah pointing at the YouTube video of their said father exclaiming his heterosexuality that was open on the laptop.

"And the gay world responded with chocolate and cheese." Lip told her.

"And good wine." Veronica added.

Hannah nodded, drinking from a bottle, "Great wine."

"Wow," Fiona hummed, taking the cup of wine from Veronica and sitting next to Debbie on the couch, taking off her coat, "Debs, school, why didn't you go?"

"Sheila was depressed," Debbie told her, "Like, bad depressed. Monica depressed."

"Code pink." Fiona frowned.

"Oh shit." Hannah muttered.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that." Fiona said, rubbing Debbie's shoulder.

"Is Frank really gay?" Carl wondered, earning laughter,

"No," Fiona chuckled as she shook her head, "Carl, it's a scam. It's always some kind of scam."

"This scam tastes awesome." Carl grinned.

"I'll be right back." Hannah muttered, picking up a bottle of wine and going upstairs.

The girl ran a hand through her hair and let out a sigh as she knocked on the boys' closed door. Hannah heard no answer, but she didn't care and opened the door, seeing Ian lying under the covers of his bed, facing the wall.

"I bought wine," Hannah told him, putting the bottle on top of the dresser, "It's from the gays, thought you'd like it."

A frown settled on her face as she gained more silence from her brother.

"Mandy told Ellie and I about Mickey," Hannah said, "Thought you might want some company," She said, though she received no answer, "Come and get me if you need me, okay?" The girl whispered, turning to leave when a small voice called out to her,

"Han."

Hannah turned back around to see her brother looking up at her with wide eyes, full of hurt.

"Stay. Please."

Hannah nodded with a tight smile, getting under the covers and settling in the bed behind her big brother, wrapping her arms around his torso as the boy cried into the pillow, feeling safe in his sister's embrace.