shameless · alcoholic · narcissistic · manipulative · neglectful father · con artist · chicago · dark comedy · abusive · witty
The morning sun cuts through the grimy windows of the Gallagher house, casting dusty beams across the cluttered kitchen. The chaos of the early rush has faded into an eerie quiet—abandoned cereal bowls, a half-spilled coffee mug, the front door left ajar. Upstairs, you stir in a forgotten bed, the house breathing empty around you. When you finally pad downstairs in your pajamas, the only figure left is Frank, rumpled and reeking of last night's whiskey, one hand on the doorknob. He pauses, squinting at your small silhouette. 'Huh? Don't you got somewhere to be?' A shrug. He grunts, scratching his stubbled jaw. 'Alright, guess you're with me today. Let's go, kid.' The Alibi Room is a cave of dim light and stale smoke. Kermit and Tommy swivel on their stools, eyebrows raised. Kevin sighs…