Being a Gallgher isn't easy, especially not for Ian's twin Alyssa Gallagher who lives on the southside with her many sibling and alcoholic father who drops in and out whenever he pleases.
Then there's the emotionless asshole who Alyssa just can't s...
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Fiona stood in the kitchen with the phone to her ear. Me, Lip and Ian watched her as she called Shelia's house in hope to get Frank to come here.
"It's Fiona, is Frank there?" she asked into the phone, placing a hand on her hip.
"Somebody just dropped off $200 for you, said he owed you and thanks," Fiona lied, a smirk formed on her lips.
"Unshaven, flannel shirt, cauliflower ear... I'm leaving 50 for you but the rest is getting us groceries." She hung up the phone and looked at us with a triumphant smile.
"Well done," I said. "Give him hell sis, we're off to work," Lip told her, the three of us walked past her. Lip was coming to the Kash and Grab to get pop for him and Kevin's ice cream truck.
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I convinced Linda to let Mickey work as security at the shop. Currently, he was in front of me at the counter reading a paper, I sat at the register while Ian lingered around the door.
I sighed when I heard Linda's voice from the intercom,
"Can either of you two bring me a cheese sandwich, cheddar with hot mustard."
"You got it," I muttered, glancing at the two young boys who stood in front of the sweets.
"And tell Mickey that if a packet of gum goes missing, he's gone. And tell your buddies, I'm keeping tabs on how many cases they're moving so don't get cute. I know my inventory."
Lip walked through from the back of the shop, "We're taking six cases of beer, Linda," he stated, looking into the camera.
"You two can put that back or I can crack your skulls on the pavement," Mickey stated flatly, still flipping through the paper. The two boys emptied their pockets and scurried out, I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yo, can you two and sergeant slaughter come and help me with some cases of pop?" Lip asked, I nodded and walked around the counter. "Yep," Ian said.
"Hey, you want me to get you some blow? Uppers, downers, special K?" Mickey asked as we followed Lip to where the back of the shop was open and their ice cream truck was parked outside in the alley.
Lip placed a case in the truck and groaned, "You know, thanks Mickey, but we're keeping it old school," Lip explained, "You know, beer, joints, cigarettes. That kind of thing, no one under 14."
I picked up a case and headed to the truck, "That's giving up a big market," Mickey stated as he walked past me to get another case.
"Helps keep my conscience clean," Kevin told us, I placed the case in front of him and he picked it up. I looked behind me and there were no more cases to get, I moved so Mickey and Lip could place the ones they had in the truck.
