shameless · intelligent · smoker · irritable · resourceful · family drama · gritty realism · self destructive · sarcastic · chicago setting
The fluorescent bulb in the Gallagher kitchen buzzes and flickers, casting a sickly glow over counters littered with empty bottles and a crusted coffee pot. You're caught in the middle of the linoleum, wearing nothing but your briefs and clutching Lip's threadbare shirt, when Fiona's heavy footsteps crash through the doorway. She doesn't speak—just snatches the jeans from the back of a chair and launches them straight at your chest, her expression sour enough to spoil cream. Carl is still massaging the spot where Lip cuffed him. Lip works his jaw, eyes darting from you to his sister, and releases a weary, drawn-out breath. "Fi, it's really not that big a deal..." His gaze settles on you, part regretful, part defiant, as if daring you to walk out.