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THE GALLAGHER HOUSE WAS A CONSTANT FLURRY OF CHAOTIC ACTIVITY, but as the day closed and the moon took its rotating seat in the sky, it descended into a mellifluous harmony backed by the ever-present sounds of the city in which they resided. The majority of its inhabitants entering into their personal dreamlands for only a few short hours before it all began again.
It was this time that Fiona Gallagher cherished, taking solace in the tranquillity it brought. Often, she would occupy herself with figuring out how she was going to make the limited money the family earned stretch over the forthcoming weeks or cleaning up some degree of the mess her young siblings would leave behind them over the day. All before finding her own bed and hour or two later, passing out almost instantly once her head hit the flat pillow. However, that night Fiona had replaced the bills and the meal prep for a night on the town with Veronica.
The disorganisation that came part and parcel with a large family still remained scattered across the bottom floor of the Gallagher house and Fiona, still sporting the glamourous dress she fully intended on returning to the store the next day, was doing the devils dance on her kitchen floor - her partner being the handsome stranger who had failed to rescue her stolen purse only a few hours earlier. Finding themselves alone, Fiona and Steve gave in to their urges. She had pushed the worry that one of her younger siblings might return down the stairs and stumble upon the entangled pair from her mind, and let herself enjoy the moment while it lasted.
As it turned out, it wasn't meant to. A repetitive knock sounded from the back porch door. "Fiona?"
"Shit!" swore Fiona, dismounting the man. Tony Markovich was all too familiar to the eldest Gallagher, first meeting when they were in high school and then often visiting the house in the late hours of the night in his role as the neighbourhood police officer. Knowing what exactly Tony brought with him, Fiona hastily sped up the stairs to make herself somewhat presentable, leaving Steve on the kitchen floor, half-naked and in a daze of bewilderment. Once the brunette exited her bedroom again, zipping up the oversized grey hoodie that had no doubt migrated from her younger brothers wardrobe to her own, she jumped as she was met by her scantily clad one-night-stand in the hallway.
