Fiona walks into the alibi and sits down, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.

Veronica sighs softly and struts up to her. “What’s wrong now, girl?” Veronica asked, while putting a shot of vodka in front of her. This was routine for them.

Fiona immediately downs it no problem with a grunt. “Frank is… bring Frank.” She sighs and rubbed her forehead.

“Oh no, what did he do now?” Kevin chimed with a concerned tone, walking up with a rag thrown over his shoulder.