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Time slipped away as the sun set behind the mountains.
Peg's funeral had become a thing of the past.
Everyone's lives moved on, doing whatever they needed to do.
5:00 PM.
Debbie, having wandered around outside revisiting places she used to frequent and chasing memories, returned to the Gallagher house in a good mood.
Fiona, who hadn't drunk yet today and was just continuing to "rot" in her own way, was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen with great enthusiasm. Seeing Debbie return, she greeted her warmly, exchanged a few words, and then immediately continued her work while pulling out her phone to call Carl, Lip, and Ian. She told the three of them to come back as soon as possible so the family could celebrate Debbie's return together.
Carl, who had been having fun at the Alibi Room for several hours, received Fiona's call. He checked the time and didn't dawdle, bidding farewell to Dexter. "Dexter, I have to go back. I promised Fiona I'd go home tonight to celebrate Debbie's return."
Dexter nodded. "Go ahead."
"Thanks for helping me so much. See you tomorrow," Carl thanked him sincerely, then turned and walked out.
Dexter exhaled a puff of smoke. He had pretty much had enough fun for now. He thought for a moment and turned to Bianca. "It's rare for you to get off work early today. Stay a little longer, and we'll go downtown for a date."
Bianca, who was full from the BBQ and had indeed been having a good time, beamed instantly upon hearing this. "Sure."
To the side.
Bianca's foodie best friend heard this conversation and rolled her eyes directly. Then, almost in retaliation, she aggressively took a huge bite of BBQ. Chomp chomp chomp.
The resentment of a single dog—that's just how it is.
Seeing this, Bianca giggled with delight, incredibly happy.
The Grocery Store.
Being a "love brain" (hopeless romantic) is truly a terrifying thing; its influence on people is immense.
Look at this: having just lost Ned and spent a few hours with Kash, Ian was hooking up with Kash again.
The two were in the heat of battle.
Ian's phone rang. Fiona was calling.
Naturally, Ian ignored it, focusing on the battle.
Finally, the battle ended.
Just then, Fiona called again.
After such a battle, and having found someone to depend on again, Ian's mood was no longer as gloomy as before. He felt much better, so he answered the phone.
"Okay, I'm working. I'll be back in a bit," Ian agreed crisply after listening to Fiona, his good mood making him compliant.
The call ended.
Ian put away his phone and gave Kash a very satisfied smile.
Kash returned a shy smile, very happy.
What Ian didn't know was that the battle just now could truly be said to have instantly changed Kash's mind.
Before this, Kash had been hesitating and struggling for a long time, wanting to leave everything here behind, abandon his wife and children to start a new life, but he didn't dare and couldn't make up his mind.
Now...
Ian was back, and Linda was successfully pregnant. Regardless of the fact that he was gay, he could openly play with Ian...
How wonderful!
Yes, just like that, Kash dismissed the idea of abandoning his wife and children.
"Fiona called you home?" Kash asked with a smile.
"Yeah, Debbie came back from juvie today. She has to go back tomorrow..." Ian briefly explained the situation.
"Then you should hurry back, don't delay," Kash said without hesitation. Then, because he was happy and grateful that Ian could return to his side, he added, "Take some drinks back to celebrate. My treat."
Hearing this, Ian hesitated slightly, then nodded in agreement. "Okay, thanks."
Kash smiled. "Why say that to me?"
Before long.
Ian left the grocery store with a case of beer and two bottles of cheap wine, walking home.
In the Park.
There were still a few customers buying things.
After finishing business with these few customers, Lip, who had been busy all day, was covered in sweat and indeed a bit tired. He breathed a long sigh of relief. "Alright, that's it for today. Let's go back for the party."
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but hard to go from extravagance to frugality.
Humans are generally like this.
Having accompanied Lip all day, by this time, Karen, who was sweaty and smelly, felt incredibly uncomfortable. She really didn't want to go to the Gallagher house; she just wanted to hurry back to her own home, take a shower, change clothes, and enjoy the AC.
"I want to go home and shower first. How about you drop me off first, and I'll come to your house by myself later," Karen thought for a moment and said.
Lip was silent for a moment. "Okay."
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Night fell slowly.
Carl, Ian, and Lip returned to the Gallagher house one by one, chatting and laughing with Debbie.
Shortly after.
At Monica's request, Frank followed Monica and also walked into the Gallagher living room.
With this, after a day apart, the Gallagher family of eight was reunited again.
Although, in this moment, looking at Monica and Frank, Fiona and the others couldn't help but fall silent.
Seeing this.
Monica, who was very unaccustomed to this atmosphere, instantly had a bitter look on her ugly face. She hurriedly smiled, trying to bring back the chatting and laughing atmosphere. "Don't just stand there. Debbie is back; let's celebrate properly."
In this house, Monica and Frank basically had no say.
No one cooperated.
Seeing this, Fiona couldn't bear it. After a brief hesitation, she spoke up. "Ian, put on some music. Let's start the party."
Fiona's words had some effect.
The awkward atmosphere finally dissipated slowly.
Time flew by.
Facts proved that the Gallaghers were very good at partying.
In the messy living room, a group of Gallaghers got high.
Music, beer, and weed appeared one after another.
This night, this family seemed to forget all the conflicts of the past period, talking, laughing, twisting and dancing, having a great time.
As they were having fun.
"Fiona, bring out your bag of 'flour' (coke), hurry," Frank, who had already finished his own bag during the day, urged with a smile.
Fiona, who really hadn't been this happy in a long time, heard this, hesitated slightly, nodded, got up briskly, brought the coke, and placed it on the coffee table.
The truth was, Fiona never considered herself an alcoholic, much less a junkie. She felt that occasionally smoking some weed or snorting some coke was absolutely no problem.
Fiona was very happy. She raised her wine glass and shouted with a smile, "No matter where this stuff came from, thank him!"
Before long.
Fiona, Monica, and Frank took turns snorting some coke, getting even higher.
Meanwhile.
Downtown Chicago.
Dexter, who was shopping with Bianca, sensed the feedback from Little Black (the crow) and got excited too. He immediately found an excuse to let Bianca shop alone for a bit, left, rushed back to a phone booth he passed not long ago, and called the police station responsible for the Gallagher neighborhood—Tony's precinct.
The call connected.
Dexter immediately disguised his voice and reported: ["I want to report a crime. 2119 North Wallace Street. A group of people are gathering to do drugs..."]
Having said what needed to be said, he refused to leave his name. Click. Dexter hung up the phone and walked briskly to find Bianca with a chuckle.
In the morning, having Little Black deliver the coke to the Gallagher house was actually an experiment; he wasn't sure if Fiona would use it.
Now, the results were in.
Then let Debbie's twenty-four hours be a little more exciting.
Of course.
With just that small bag of coke, even if the police found it, Fiona and the others wouldn't be in huge trouble... Besides, when it came to crime, Fiona and her crew were very experienced...
Dexter believed there was a very high probability that before the police entered the Gallagher house, Fiona's crew would flush the weed and coke down the toilet, pulling a "destroying the evidence" act.
...
South Side.
Tony, who had almost no private life outside of work, was sitting in his police car eating a burger.
Suddenly, a message came from dispatch, notifying them about the drug gathering at the Gallagher house and asking nearby officers to respond.
Listening to this.
Tony grinned instantly. Without hesitation, he threw the burger, which was still more than half-eaten, out of the car. Immediately after, he quickly keyed the radio, notifying dispatch that he would handle it.
Moments later.
Wee-woo wee-woo~~
The police car started moving, speeding toward the Gallagher house.
Seven or eight minutes flashed by.
Gallagher House, First Floor Living Room.
The party was still going on.
Fiona was twisting her body to the music non-stop, high as a kite.
Just then, the sound of sirens outside drifted into the ears of Fiona and the group.
But no one cared. After all, in this place, sirens were too common.
The group just kept playing music and dancing.
Until the sirens clearly stopped right at the Gallagher's front door.
Instantly.
The party in the Gallagher living room seemed to have the pause button pressed.
Fiona and the group all froze in unison.
The next second.
Lip reacted fastest. His face darkened, and he hurriedly called out to Ian, "Ian, quick, check what's going on!"
Ian didn't dare delay. He immediately sprang to the window and peeked out quietly.
"It's Tony and his partner," Ian didn't delay. Seeing the situation, he immediately said, "They're coming for our house!"
"Oh! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Times had changed. Fiona knew Tony hated her. Hearing this, she panicked completely, screaming repeatedly.
Frank didn't know about the conflict between Fiona and Tony. He waved his hand dismissively. "What's the panic? It's just Tony."
"Tony wouldn't turn on the sirens if he wasn't on a mission!" Lip had already determined the urgency of the situation. "Quick! Flush the weed and the coke down the toilet! Quick!"
At this moment, Fiona uncontrollably imagined the result of being caught and thrown in prison. She panicked so much her mind went blank. Although she clearly heard Lip's shouts, she simply didn't move, just screaming non-stop, "Shit! Shit, shit!"
Seeing Fiona like this, Lip, who had already gotten up and was forcing himself to move, instantly had a massive headache and roared, "Fiona!!"
At this time.
Carl frowned, unable to watch anymore. He moved rapidly, briskly grabbing the remaining coke on the coffee table and rushing toward the first-floor bathroom.
Seeing this, Frank instantly felt heartache like he was dying. "Jesus!! Why are you guys so cowardly..."
As the words left his mouth.
Tony and his partner arrived at the door.
Tony smiled smugly, banged heavily on the door, and then shouted loudly, "Fiona, someone reported you for gathering to do drugs. Open the door!!"
This wasn't standard procedure.
Police catching drug users wouldn't be this polite.
The reason Tony did this was simple: he wanted to scare the hell out of Fiona, not really arrest her.
Tony knew Fiona occasionally used drugs, and the dosage wouldn't be large... Therefore, in a place like the South Side, arresting her for that amount was troublesome and not worth it...
Besides, if he just arrested Fiona and locked her up... how could he play later?
Torturing her slowly was the real revenge!
Tony didn't want to let Fiona off that easily.
Hearing the voice.
As Tony wished, Fiona's body shuddered. Her face was full of terror, dumbfounded. She was indeed scared witless!
Although Lip and Ian hadn't snorted coke, they had smoked weed, and they were scared too.
Carl, who had just walked out of the bathroom, immediately frowned tight, his expression incredibly dark. He truly felt disgust for this house and these people!
Debbie's reaction wasn't much better... Looking at Fiona, Debbie suddenly really wanted to go back to juvie.
At least there weren't so many farces in juvie!
The next instant.
Frank reacted賊 fast. He immediately signaled Monica. "Run!"
Monica didn't dawdle. She moved decisively, running toward the back door with Frank!
Seeing Frank and Monica's actions.
Fiona, Lip, and Ian reacted almost together. They immediately took to their heels and fled toward the back door too!
No choice.
They had to run!
Because, although the evidence was gone, the police would do blood tests. If they tested positive, they were screwed all the same.
"Carl, I leave this place to you!" Lip whispered an instruction to Carl, gritted his teeth, and limped away as fast as possible.
In the blink of an eye.
Only Carl, Debbie, and Liam were left in the Gallagher living room.
This party thus came to a very dramatic end.