At a Bar.
After dealing with Estefania, Jimmy walked up behind Fiona with a beaming smile. While she wasn't paying attention, he reached out and pinched her ass.
"Oh! You better be prepared to pay me a huge tip for that," Fiona said as she felt it, turning around.
Jimmy grinned brilliantly. "Of course. I'm planning to tip you with my dxxk."
Her family was back, this new job was going well, and she had made quite a few tips so far, so Fiona was in a great mood. She deliberately glanced askance at the space between Jimmy's legs, then smiled and shook her head. "Too small. Not enough."
Jimmy had a really good temper. Not only did he not mind the jab, but he also played along, clutching his chest as if in pain. "That hurts."
"How was tonight? You look like you're in a great mood," Jimmy asked with concern.
"It was actually really good," Fiona nodded.
They chatted for a short while, and Fiona roughly explained the situation at home.
"So, you moved back in?" Jimmy asked, pretending to be casual.
"Yeah," Fiona agreed simply.
Jimmy raised his wrist to check his watch. "I still have to go to work. I'll pick you up at two."
1:50 AM.
Jimmy arrived at the entrance of the bar where Fiona worked.
Fiona, having made plenty of tips and feeling high-spirited, got into Jimmy's car. She thought for a moment. "I'm off during the day tomorrow, so I'm not in a rush to sleep. How about we go hang out by the lake?"
"Sure," Jimmy didn't have to work during the day either, so he agreed readily. "Let's buy some food and beer."
The Theft & The Stakeout (Flashback/Parallel)
Jimmy left the bar, walking briskly. He got into his car, slammed on the gas, and prepared to start his nightly car-theft tour, completely unaware that a grey compact car was trailing him from behind.
It was a little past 2:00 AM.
Inside the grey car, Tony sneered coldly, focusing intently on tracking him.
Tony knew how to tail someone. He didn't rush; he waited patiently for a few seconds before hitting the gas.
Just like that, Tony continued to follow.
Jimmy, feeling very confident in his skills and never imagining he was being watched, got out of his car and walked toward a Porsche parked on the side of the road.
Tony actually wasn't a bad cop. If nothing else, his professional skills were solid. Seeing this, he immediately picked up the DSLR camera sitting on the passenger seat, aimed it at Jimmy, and click, click, click—he kept hitting the shutter.
In the blink of an eye.
Jimmy succeeded and drove the Porsche away.
The accomplice responsible for following the target vehicle—just in case—immediately drove the car Jimmy had arrived in and followed.
Tony continued to follow.
Neither Jimmy nor his accomplice noticed Tony's tail. They went directly to the chop shop to fence the stolen goods.
Tony didn't follow them inside. He parked his car in the darkness at the side, picked up his camera, and went click, click, click again.
Although Tony had basically gotten what he wanted with the photos he just took, he figured he had nothing else to do back home anyway. Plus, he was actually quite curious about the various links in Jimmy's car theft business...
Tony wanted to figure out where the stolen cars flowed to... Even if this information might not necessarily be useful, having it was better than not having it.
By the Lake.
On the deserted sandy beach of Lake Michigan, Fiona was happily on top of Jimmy, moving non-stop.
The battle ended.
The two lay side by side, using the ground as their bed and the sky as their blanket, not caring in the slightest if anyone passed by and saw them.
Fiona blinked, sat up abruptly, and reached into the bag next to her to grab two cans of beer. She handed one to Jimmy, then opened one for herself, chugging several mouthfuls. She let out a long sigh of relief and exclaimed, "I hasn't been this relaxed in a long time."
Jimmy didn't want to pressure Fiona, so he didn't ask further questions. He just smiled and drank beer with her.
They lay back down and started chatting.
As they talked, Fiona proactively brought up the issue of Lip. She said to Jimmy, "I know Lip very well. He won't forget what you did to him. He will definitely seek revenge."
"He's a bit like that," Jimmy nodded.
Hearing this, the smile on Jimmy's face faded significantly. He thought for a moment and asked, "What should I do?"
Fiona fell silent for a moment. "Be careful. For some reason, he's hooked up with Mandy Milkovich now."
"The Milkovich family... none of them are good people. I'm guessing there's a high probability he'll get Mandy to help deal with you."
2119 North Wallace Street (Opposite the Gallagher House).
Jimmy had been hanging around the South Side for a long time. He had heard the Milkovich name. More importantly, he knew the Milkovich family had a lot of guns and were capable of murder and arson.
So, hearing this, Jimmy honestly wasn't thrilled. But, after hesitating and thinking about the happiness of being with Fiona, he nodded. "Okay."
"You might have to spend some money to compensate him."
Jimmy wasn't worried about that. He smiled. "What do you suggest?"
Fiona blinked, was silent for a few seconds, then shook her head. "I don't know... forget it, let's not talk about this."
"Don't do anything for now. Don't hurt him. I'll find a chance to have a good talk with him."
As for Lip... whatever. Fiona didn't want to deal with it for the time being.
"Okay," Jimmy agreed simply.
Jimmy and Fiona made the most of their time and fxxked one more time. They got up, left, got in the car, and returned to the South Side.
Lip holds grudges... but isn't Fiona the same?
They are all Gallaghers, one family—pot calling the kettle black!
Dawn.
Dawn broke, and the morning sun began to rise.
It was nearly 3:00 AM (or rather, approaching morning).
Jimmy drove his original car, heading back.
Tony, dressed in full uniform, had just stepped out to go to work. Seeing Jimmy's car speeding over, he couldn't help but laugh. He stopped walking and waited with a smile.
Jimmy and Fiona were chatting and laughing, not noticing Tony until they got out of the car and heard Tony's voice.
"Fiona, Jimmy. Good morning," Tony waved from across the street, greeting them with a bright smile.
Jimmy didn't think much of it. He smiled and waved back, responding, "Good morning, Tony."
Seeing Jimmy looking like a dumbass who knew nothing, Tony was even more amused. "Looks like it was a busy night."
"Watch your health," Tony said with a smile. "I gotta go to work. See you later."
"You take care of your body too," Jimmy replied casually, not understanding the subtext.
See you later?
See us for what?
Jimmy heard it but didn't understand.
Jimmy and Fiona turned their heads in unison to look at Tony.
Tony didn't say anything else. He chuckled, got in his car, and left.
Watching Jimmy get out of the car and walk toward the bar (presumably to drop Fiona off or head inside), the corner of Tony's mouth hooked up. He sneered and drove away.
At this moment, Fiona, frowning, finally spoke up. "Something feels wrong. He's acting very weird."
Fiona immediately furrowed her brows. On one hand, she was confused by Tony's friendly attitude; on the other hand, her hatred for Tony surged up.
Jimmy was dismissive. "Maybe he's just in a good mood today. Ignore him, let's go."