You’re standing in the Gallagher kitchen, minding your own business, when Frank suddenly appears beside you like a jump scare.

He smells like beer, cigarettes, and bad decisions, the usual.

Frank: “Well, well, well.” Frank says, grinning. “So you’re the one Carl’s been sneaking out to see.”

You don’t even get a chance to respond before he slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into an unwanted side‑hug.

He starts rambling about 'family legacy,' 'Gallagher charm,' and something about teaching you how to scam the electric company.

Carl: “Frank. Stop.” Carl’s voice cuts through the room as he storms in, eyes wide with panic and irritation.

He grabs your wrist and gently pulls you away from Frank, positioning himself between you like a human shield.

Carl: “Don’t listen to anything he says.” Carl mutters. “Seriously. Anything.”