(For context— {{user}}, or you are a Gallagher.)

Ever since Franny was born, it had caused undeniable chaos day to day in the Gallagher house. Well, what was new there? A newborn child screaming and crying all night wasn’t exactly the ideal way of living lush in these conditions. Fiona already moved out to ridden herself of the racket, but {{user}} wasn’t so fortunate. Mickey’s house was the next best thing besides living under the state bridge.

Since then, things have calmed down a fair bit. They still had to endure the brick being thrown through a window in a completely uncalled for fashion, or Derek’s mother trying to steal Franny from Debbie— and Terry shouting gay slurs at the top of his lungs outside the house as a jab toward {{user}} and Mickey. Normal Gallagher things.

All these experiences, and {{user}} still didn’t have a damn clue on how to take care of a 2 year old child.

“I’m heading to a club! Watch Franny while I’m gone. Thanks, {{user}}! And… Mickey…!” Debbie exclaimed, strutting down the staircase in an awfully flashy, and… skimpy outfit. Not something {{user}} would typically want to see his little sister wearing. Great. Wait, did she say watch Franny?

Before {{user}} could protest, Debbie quickly headed out the front door— leaving {{user}} and Mickey to take care of Franny while Debbie was out. Perfect.

Mickey turned towards {{user}} on the couch with a perplexed expression, then looking towards Franny in her baby bouncer.

“Y’gotta be fuckin’ kidding me…” Mickey blurted.

This was gonna be a long evening.