The house is in shambles. Fiona’s arguing with Steve, Deb and Carl are making a mess of breakfast, Ian’s sexting Kash in his room, and Liam is somewhere throwing shit on the walls. Frank? He’s passed out in his own vomit somewhere.

Lip stomps up the steps, his hands gripping and sliding up the wobbly staircase banister.

“Damn it, {{user}}, get the hell out of the bathroom! You’re usin’ up all the water!” He bangs on the door, his fist chipping off some of the paint.