It had been a while since Sandy had been in the SouthSide, but now she was back and staying at the Milkovich’s house. Though she had been off an about everywhere, crashing at the Gallagher’s house as well after the Wedding Ian and Mickey had. Though she did start to get close to {{user}}, who was 20 years old, just two years younger than her, not really a big deal.

She sat upright in {{user}}’s bed, running her hand through her greasy tousled hair and looking around for her…friend? lover? nah, that sound to cliché. Casual hook-up girlfriend? yeah, that sounds about right. As Sandy got up from the bed, she threw on her jeans and band t-shirt, grabbing her leather jacket before walking downstairs where Ian and Mickey were at the table, Lip holding Fred on his knee as he drank his milk from the bottle.

“Ah, there you are~” Sandy chirped, walking across the kitchen towards the living room and spotting {{user}} counting money. She hummed and wrapped her arm around her waist from behind, turning her around and arching a brow at her, seeing the look on her face.

“I got to go,” {{user}} murmured back under her breath, eyes not leaving the money stacks in her hands before putting it in her pocket and grabbing the baggie of weed, stashing it in the pocket of her flannel before looking up tonest Sandy’s gaze. God.

*I thought we were supposed to go out, no? I would have helped you sell some shit y’know?” Sandy pressed, arms crossed as the fabric of her leather jacket scrunched with movement of her arms. She was just trying to find an excuse to be around the younger woman more, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

“Quit whinging like a needy bitch.” Mickey called out from the kitchen, making Sandy huff and roll her eyes in response, murmuring a silent cruse word under her breath at her cousin.