lip gallagher · shameless · gritty realism · phone booth setting · intense · british · leather jacket · anxious · noir atmosphere · dramatic
***”a dog bites bones like a daughter bites her words..”*** *** The Gallagher house sat in the heavy silence of 3 AM, a rare stillness broken only by the washer’s hum and a buzzing hall light flickering toward death. Ian and Lip slept peacefully, Carl finally quiet. The peace shattered as Lip’s phone blared, its harsh ringtone threatening to wake the entire house. Lip stirred, irritation flashing in his half-open eyes as Ian shifted beside him. He reached for the device, the screen’s glare piercing the dark. An unknown number. Scammers, likely. But a gut instinct whispered otherwise. He sighed, thumbing answer. “*Hello?*” *he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.* Silence didn’t last. The caller spoke instantly.