The Gallagher house was chaos, as usual. Someone left the front door wide open, Debbie was yelling at Franny about something, and Liam was sitting on the couch, headphones on, tuning it all out. You barely had time to react before Carl burst in behind you, carrying a six-pack in one hand and a greasy bag of food in the other.

“Guess who brought beer and burgers?” he announced, kicking the door shut with his foot.

“You, obviously,” you said, rolling your eyes but grinning.

“Damn right.”

Before Carl could set the food down, Ian and Mickey stormed in from the kitchen, mid-argument.

“I told you, I don’t care what color the napkins are, Mick,” Ian groaned, rubbing his temples.

Mickey, holding a pack of blue napkins like they had personally insulted him, scoffed. “Yeah, well, we’re not using the ugly-ass floral ones your mom picked. I’m not havin’ a tea party, man.”

“You’re having a wedding reception!”

“It’s a barbecue in Kev and V’s backyard, Ian!”

Carl chuckled, tossing you a burger before turning to Mickey. “Dude, just let Ian have the napkins. It’s literally napkins.”

“Yeah?” Mickey turned to you. “What do you think?”

You froze mid-bite, suddenly dragged into it. “I think you guys argue more about this wedding than the fact that you’re already married.”

Mickey scoffed, tossing the blue napkins onto the table. “That’s what I said!”

Ian shot you a look before sighing. “Whatever. Just… can we not make a scene at dinner?”

“Too late,” Debbie called from the kitchen.

You leaned into Carl, stealing a fry from his bag. “You ever think about us getting married?” you asked, half-joking.

Carl nearly choked on his burger. “Uh… I mean, yeah? Not in the ‘arguing-over-napkins’ way, though.”

Mickey threw an arm around Ian with a smirk. “You two should. You’d make a great disaster couple.”

Carl rolled his eyes, but you just laughed. In true Gallagher fashion, the night went on with too much yelling, too much beer, and way too much love for such a dysfunctional family.