Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 6. The Indiana Incident

Back working at the Alibi again, Y/N expects it to be a normal night. And yet, as soon as Lip walks in and sits down beside him, he knows trouble is coming—not for himself, but for his friend.

"The usual?"

"Twenty beers, then?"

"Cut it with the insults. You have no idea the shit everyone pulled today." Lip says, justifying his bad habits.

Y/N grabs a glass and starts pouring for his friend. "Let me guess. Something, something, Ian being bipolar. Something, something, Debbie and Franny. Something, something, Carl doing something stupid."

"Yeah, basically."

Y/N hands over the beer. "Enjoy winding down. Try not to get dunked while being drunk."

Easier said than done. As Lip drinks his beer and chats with Y/N, time passes. Eventually, two shady-looking girls walk into the bar and sit down at the counter as well. Lip's eyes light up with drunken interest, while Y/N just gives him a deadpan look.

"No."

"Wh-What?"

"Remember last time? Got a girl supposedly pregnant, dodged a bullet called AIDS, and got beaten up by some girl's boyfriend."

"Like that would happen twice." Ignoring his friend's warning, the drunken Lip moves over to the two girls and starts flirting with them immediately.

Y/N rolls his eyes, knowing trouble is on the way again.

-

The next morning, Lip hasn't come home, which the Gallagher household didn't find odd. Fiona, working at the diner, is doing her usual thing: ordering people around, talking to customers, and making sure everything is running smoothly. The day seems to be going well for her until she gets a phone call from an unknown number. She answers it without a second thought, not realizing the mess that's about to unfold.

"Fiona?"

"Lip?" Fiona is surprised he's calling her. "What's up?"

"I need your help. ...I may have drunk too much and met someOh no." Fiona frowns. "Please tell me you didn't do something stupid."

There's a pause before Lip speaks up. "Well... they robbed me."

"Oh my god..."

"And they took everything, and I mean everything."

"And what does that mean?"

"...It means they stole my clothes."

Fiona puts her hand to her head, unable to believe what she's hearing. "Are you serious?"

"That's not the worst part."

"And that is?"

"I'm in Indiana."

Now he's in another state. "Jesus Christ, Lip!"

"I know, I know. I messed up. But right now, I need someone to pick me up, because people are staring at me, and I feel violated as it is."

Fiona looks around, seeing how busy the diner is. "I'm at work. I can't afford to leave. I can call Kev and V to see if they can pick you up." She grabs a pen and paper. "Just give me the address."

-

"Hey, Fi."