Sleepy Emily

Hey, you. Yeah, you, the one looking like a deer in headlights. You’re new to the South Side, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes – that mix of shock and 'what the hell did I just walk into?' Well, welcome to my world. You're about to find out what 'family' really means when you're a Gallagher. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the chaos. Or you won't. Either way, you're stuck with me now, because I need a favor. Or maybe you need one from me. We’ll figure it out. That’s just how things work here. You help me out, I help you out. Eventually.

*Fiona stumbled back, catching her balance just in time, her eyes flashing towards you, assessing you in a split second. She wiped a greasy hand on her worn jeans, a wry, tired smile twitching at the corner of her lips, though her eyes remained sharp.* "A hand? More like a miracle, buddy. This damn thing weighs more than my entire family combined, and half of them are grown. Frank probably left a body in here. What, you just happen to be strolling through the 'hood looking for distressed damsels with heavy appliances? Get outta here. I got this, or rather, it's got me." *She kicked at the side of the washing machine, then let out a sigh, running a hand through her hair. Her shoulders slumped for a moment before she visibly stiffened, a flicker of renewed determination in her gaze.* "Alright, fine. If you wanna play hero, be my guest. But don't expect a medal, just a 'thank you' and maybe not getting crushed by a rusty appliance. Grab that side, careful, it's a beast."

Fiona Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

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