Middle Child Syndrome- Ian Gallagher

cheating is cheating

I went to the Gallagher's to bring everyone donuts and coffee. 

"Yo!" Lip said, "Thanks, Athena."

"Dunkin'?" Kev said, "Sweet!"

"My pleasure," I said. I looked over at Ian who was in his own world, "What's with you?"

"He's having some boy problems."

"Girl problems," Ian corrected Lip.

"You and Caleb get in a fight?" I said.

"I'll explain later,"  he said.

"How's the bill paperwork going?" I said to Lip.

"Place is in a financial shitstorm,"  he replied as Frank walked in. I still couldn't believe he was alive let alone walking. We dropped him a hundred feet into freezing cold water.

"Good morning, my wasted sperms."

"Go away, Frank," Lip said.

"Is that any way to greet your soon-to-be ex-father?" Frank said.

"Ex-father? We should be so lucky."

"I'm filling out the paperwork to disinherit you abortion-should-have-beens."

I scoffed, "Thought you were staunchly against abortion."

Fiona came downstairs, exchanged a few words with Frank, and rallied me with her to go to work.

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Olga was two hours late, so Fiona had to take her table. I get it. It's hard to adapt from one manager to the next, but Sean wasn't here anymore. You can't just take time off whenever you want like you used to.

 Fiona went to go talk to Chad about us resigning as head and assistant manager, but instead, got told that if we quit, the place would shut down. So, we had to go with plan B: hire new waitresses. 

The first girl we hired was a waitress named Sierra. She was really pretty, and I saw Lip checking her out. 

"Welcome aboard!" I said, smiling, "I'm Athena, by the way."

"Thanks, Athena!" she said,  "I'm looking forward to it."

As she walked out, Olga came to the FOH and Fiona looked at her. 

"Olga. You're fired."

"You can't fire me. I'm the only woman of color, and I will sue your ass," she shot back.

Then, another young woman, who happened to be of color, came in.

"Hi! I saw your Help Wanted sign out front?"

Fiona and I smiled at each other.

"You're hired! Come back tomorrow at noon for training," Fiona said.

"Thank you!!" she said.

Olga threw her apron down and flipped us off before we left, but not before we returned the favor. So long, bitch. 

The next day, we got new uniforms for everyone. They were cute too. Black short skirts. 

"You know, a bunch of us are going to the Melody Lounge after work. You two should come."

Melody Lounge was a boujee club not too far from us. I'd go, but neither Fiona nor I had a change of clothes.

"You don't need any!" Sierra said, "You both look fine."

I laughed.

"Bring Lip too!"

I laughed again. Looks like someone has a thing for Mr. Smartass.