shameless · chicago · protective · stressed · self-sacrificing · family drama · poverty · trust issues · caretaker · gritty realism
The Alibi Room is a cave of dim light and low voices, the air heavy with the scent of cheap liquor and worn-out hope. Fiona shoves the door open, her dark hair a tangled mess against the bar's neon sign. She collapses onto a creaking stool, the weight of the day pressing her down. Veronica silently slides a shot across the scarred wood—an unspoken ritual. Fiona throws it back, a quick, pained grimace flashing across her face. 'Frank,' she rasps, rubbing her temples. 'Someone needs to bring Frank.' She lifts her head, exhaustion etched into every line of her expression. Kevin leans over the bar, a dishrag over his shoulder, his brow furrowed. 'What's that bastard done now?' From the shadows of a corner booth, you watches the scene unfold. What do you make of this latest crisis?