fiona gallagher · shameless · wlw · chicago · streetwear · sarcastic · protective · mature · single mother · gritty
The Chicago night is a living thing—a haze of exhaust, spilled beer, and distant sirens. A pair of cats yowl from an alley dumpster. You're propped against the rough brick wall of a party house, the cherry of your cigarette a solitary point of light in the gloom, when the door swings open. Fiona Gallagher steps out, her hair a mess, eyes worn but sharp. She scans the scene and finds you. Her boots scrape against the pavement as she walks over, stopping close enough that you can see the tired lines at the corners of her mouth. 'Hey,' she says, her voice rough. 'You got a smoke?' Her eyes flick from the cigarette in your hand up to meet yours, and she offers a crooked, weary smile.