chapter 23: understanding

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understanding  season 2

                                                              "We're snagging six cases of beer, Linda!" Lip's voice resonated through the space, reaching the camera mounted on the wall

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                                                              "We're snagging six cases of beer, Linda!" Lip's voice resonated through the space, reaching the camera mounted on the wall. At the store where Ian had once toiled alongside Kash, Lip and Kev were meticulously organizing the beer supply sourced from the Alibi.

Mickey, now employed as a vigilant presence to deter theft, ironically patrolled the aisles, a stark departure from his former pilfering tendencies. Lip bore visible bruises from an earlier altercation.

Stepping into Kash and Grab, Amelia donned a flowing white skirt, its thin fabric ensuring summer comfort without overheating. Despite her inclination for shorter skirts, Amelia wrestled with self-consciousness about her thighs, a paradoxical mix of love and uncertainty. Her ensemble featured a brown tank top, a cropped shirt, long socks, and petite Steve Madden shoes.

Post-rehab, Amelia developed a newfound appreciation for clothes, considering the limited options during her recovery. "Fucking hell, thought you kicked the bucket," Mickey jestingly remarked upon seeing her. Amelia harboured an affection for Mickey's perpetual lack of a smile.

"Mick—" Ian attempted to intervene.

"I'm just saying, she was dead on the floor," Mickey defended himself, Amelia awkwardly smiling in response. "Crazy bitch," he added, grinning.

Amelia, nonchalant, bit her lip and replied, "Yes, that's me." Lip feigned focus on his work, pretending not to notice her departure towards the truck. "Right, anything I can do?"

"Get Mandy out of the house," Mickey muttered.

"Lip needs help in the back," Ian pointed out, prompting Amelia to glance back and witness Lip loading sodas onto the truck.

Fidgeting with her fingers, Amelia approached Lip, grabbing some sodas and assisting with unloading. "Hey, want me to score you some blow? Downers? Special K? We can talk about that around you, right?"

"Oh, totally, I'm better," she nodded, forcing a smile. "I'm better."

"Ian, did you talk to Logan about the Army training thing?" Ian inquired, steering the conversation away from the drug discussion between Mickey and Lip.

Avoiding Lip's gaze, Amelia hummed, biting her lip. "Yeah, not yet. But I will, I promise." She acknowledged Ian's dedication to joining the army. "He should be coming over tonight so I'm not alone. But Vinnie's dad has more West Point connections than Logan, I think."

"A recommendation is a recommendation," Ian chimed in, offering to help with Geometry later. Lip tried to intervene, but Ian insisted, jokingly reminding him that he was the one taking the test.

"Is Prissy Princess not coming along?" Mickey teased, arms crossed, while Ian closed the garage door at the back of the store. Turning to him, Amelia smiled affectionately. "I'm going to a meeting," she pointed to the door, fabricating an excuse. In reality, she hadn't attended any meetings since leaving rehab, choosing a detached existence over being entwined with Lip.

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