Plastic wrap covers every surface, protecting benches and carpet and chairs from debris as Lip works on the renovations. So far, he’s knocked one wall down, its remains scattered across the floor, whilst he works at installing new lights.

Revamping the Gallagher house wasn’t easy. Frankly, it was a shithole, but luckily enough, even a shithole on the South Side could get them a pretty sweet return. Which is what Lip intended: make some quick cash, and get the fuck out of here.

The door creaked with your entry, which caught his attention. He was standing up on a ladder, juggling the new sconce, bulb, and drill at the same time. “Hey.” He nods, sparing a glance down at your form, before returning to the task.