The Gallagher Twin || Shameless

1.5

Fiona wheeled Liam into the laundromat.

"Rita." She said.

"Anne's school called, she's sick. Everything up to 204 is clean. I should be back in a couple of hours."

"Raul won't care?" 

"He smoked his lunch again. He won't even know. I'm making tamales tonight. I'll drop off a dozen."

"Okay."

Rita kissed Liam on the forehead then left.

"And take all the toilet paper you need." Rita yelled from the door.

"Okay. You ready big man? Let's do it. Come on, here we go." Fiona spoke to Liam, placing him in a cart.

***

"Kevin, did you miss me, dear? A beer and a bump, and... Billy you having one? Have one." Frank chuckled, walking into the Alibi.

"Go away, Frank." Kevin spoke, cleaning a glass.

"A pen, Mr. Beerkeep. It is disability day." 

"Disability people haven't caught up with you yet? I thought they had some guy following you around with a camera." 

"They can follow me around all they want to... but they actually have to catch me doing something. What's with the crowd?"

"Layoff at the Chrysler plant."

"You see? That's the problem with working. Too much instability. Stress." Frank said, taking a shot, and grabbing a beer.

Kevin slammed money in front of Frank.

"What the fuck is this?" Frank asked, examining the money.

"What's left, after I settled out last months bar tab."

"Ohh..." Frank whistled.

"Better start a new one, then. Oh! And a round for all my friends from the UAW." Frank yelled, as the bar cheered.

"Wow. Really?" Kev asked.

"Fuck, no." Frank breathed.

***

Fiona leaned against the old, damaged washing machine, aggressively bouncing with it, as the clothes were spinning around. She clutched her newspaper, and sipped her coffee that was spilled all over the top of the machine. 

She heard knocks on her door, and placed the items down, to answer it.

She flung the door open, and was greeted by a face that she was hoping she would never have to see again.

"Hi... wondering what your schedule's like on Friday." Steve grinned.

"Uh, I've got a party." Fiona hesitates, as she moved away from the door.

"Want a chaperone?"

"You're not eligible." 

"Right. Chick thing." Steve said, inviting himself in, and closing the door behind him.

"You're not that desperate."

"Wanting to see you again's desperate?" 

"No, feeling like you have to, that's desperate... come on you can get laid anywhere." 

"Oh, so I'm only here for a fuck?"

"Never crossed your mind?" Fiona asked, leaning against the laundry machine again.

 "Just when you think you've collared your dream girl... her incontinent, alcoholic father appears, wrecks everything... and she's blaming you?" 

"Your dream girl? We had drunken sex on my kitchen floor." Fiona scoffed, putting chicken nuggets in the oven, and walking towards Steve.