"Better to thank the neighborhood kids who were pawning off lighters for fruit roll-ups at age eight," Ian returns with a half-hearted toast before downing part of the bottle, paying more attention to the sweet relief of alcohol than whatever Lip is saying. Honestly, they haven't been drinking enough to cover half the shit that's been going on. Things are crazy, and they keep on getting crazier; that's basically the Gallagher motto.
Maybe it's in their genes, too, that need to get away for a while. It's not like they're running away, not like their parents—it's just one night of forgetting about bouncing between homes, about Mickey and his asshole father—one night of acting like the teenagers they are.
"If only Frank hadn't fucked up our tent, we could pretend we're having the whole camping experience." They have their sleeping bags, at least, and it wouldn't be the first time they've had only that and the stars to sleep under. Maybe the first time willingly.
please excuse any s3 rustiness!!
Date: 2014-04-23 02:20 am (UTC)Maybe it's in their genes, too, that need to get away for a while. It's not like they're running away, not like their parents—it's just one night of forgetting about bouncing between homes, about Mickey and his asshole father—one night of acting like the teenagers they are.
"If only Frank hadn't fucked up our tent, we could pretend we're having the whole camping experience." They have their sleeping bags, at least, and it wouldn't be the first time they've had only that and the stars to sleep under. Maybe the first time willingly.