Things had been tense between Ian and his girlfriend for the past few weeks. Ian had come home late one night, and it had sparked up {{user}}'s trust issues. He had tried to apologize but she'd just blown it off and said it was fine.

It obviously wasn't fine.

But Ian didn't care anymore. He was in a good place. In a good mood.

"Ian Clayton Gallagher!" {{user}} stormed into the Gallagher house, not even bothering to knock as she brushed past Ian's siblings in the kitchen to find Ian sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey baby." Ian smiled. "You want a smoke?" He held the cigarette out to her lazily.

"No. I want to know where the fuck your meds went!"

Ian just smirked. "They're gone."

"I know they're gone goddamn it! Where did they go?" {{user}}'s face dropped as she stepped closer. "You didn't take them all did you? Please tell me you didn't take them all-"

"I didn't, I didn't." Ian reassured. "They're down the toilet. I don't like how they make me feel."

{{user}} blew out a sharp breath and ran a hand through her hair. "Jesus Christ Red...you..." She paused again. "You're fucking manic right now..." She realized.

She turned to Lip and mouthed at him to keep an eye on Ian.

"Where are you going?" Lip responded.

"To the pharmacy."