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Mickey's House.
Mickey stopped his train of thought, exhaled a puff of smoke, and after thinking for a moment, said, "You figure it out yourself... personally, I think that idiot Lip is going to get you killed."
Mickey, who was indeed doing a great job at respecting others' fates, dropped these words and walked straight out the door. He planned to go to the Alibi to have a few drinks, kill some time, and more importantly, distract himself from the fact that he couldn't perform.
Mickey left.
Only Mandy remained in the house alone.
After sitting blankly for a short while, Mandy sighed, got up to grab a beer, sat back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and continued to zone out—or rather, to think.
The Alibi Room.
Without Monica to help distract him, after more than twenty hours, Frank walked into the Alibi again. However, it wasn't to drink, but to ask Tommy and the other barflies for help to get him through these two weeks.
"Everybody!"
"I've encountered a problem. I can't hold on anymore! I need everyone to help keep me from drinking..."
Frank spoke loudly and eloquently.
After listening, Tommy and the other drunks burst into laughter together.
"We hate you. Why should we help you?"
"Frank, are you a retard?"
"..."
The group of drunks laughed and spoke mercilessly.
Frank got anxious and nimbly started spouting twisted logic. "What do you know? Do you think this bet only concerns me?"
"It doesn't!"
"This is a war between us VS rich people like Dexter!"
"If I lose, it means we all lose!"
"..."
As soon as Frank finished his bullshit, Tommy was the first to speak up, laughing even louder. "The problem is, I like rich people like Dexter. I hate you. I hope Dexter wins."
"Haha, Dexter is a pretty good rich guy. I like him too."
"Me too."
"Frank, the one who doesn't understand is you. You need to realize that we all hate you!"
"?????" Frank couldn't smile anymore. His expression changed, and he decisively started cursing. "Fxxk you all! I hope you all get AIDS!!"
Cursing viciously, Frank turned around and left, fuming.
Seeing this, Tommy and the other drunks roared with laughter in unison. The Alibi Room instantly became incredibly cheerful.
Frank left.
Before long.
Mickey arrived. As soon as he walked into the Alibi, hearing this laughter and feeling this joyous atmosphere, his mood instantly improved a lot.
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After leaving the Alibi, Frank didn't know where to go. Thinking for a moment—ding dong—he thought of Sheila.
Since Monica was arrested, let Sheila replace Monica!
As for those words he said to Karen before...
Doesn't matter. Doesn't affect anything.
Frank was confident he could get that crazy woman Sheila to forgive him.
After all, when it came to dealing with crazy women, Frank was very experienced.
Having an idea, Frank didn't delay and immediately walked quickly straight to Sheila's house.
Sheila's House.
Eddie had gone to work, Karen was out having fun, and only Sheila was left in the house.
Although a few days had passed, Sheila was still somewhat sad because she had been abandoned by Frank. Having finished dinner alone and lonely, she was currently in the kitchen, washing dishes with a very desolate expression, looking out at the backyard.
For the past few days, Sheila had been very seriously considering one thing: it was time to overcome her agoraphobia, walk out the door, and have a life.
I can't keep hiding here like this, I'll really go crazy... Sheila muttered silently.
The fact was, Sheila wasn't unaware that she was a bit crazy, and she indeed didn't want to continue being a crazy woman.
Leaving the house, going out to start a new life...
For the first time in years of hiding at home, Sheila felt an incredibly urgent, incredibly desperate desire to walk out.
Just then, suddenly, Frank's figure appeared silently in Sheila's field of vision.
Seeing him at first glance, Sheila was startled, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her. She hurriedly blinked, but it turned out it was indeed Frank; she wasn't seeing things.
The next second, Sheila instinctively frowned, staring at Frank with extremely complex emotions.
Frank sensed someone was watching him. shifting his gaze, he saw Sheila behind the kitchen window. Immediately, as if nothing had ever happened, he grinned at Sheila, waved his hand, and shouted loudly, "Sheila, I'm back! Is dinner ready?"
Look, what is shamelessness?
This is goddamn shamelessness!
Hearing this, Sheila simply couldn't believe her ears. Immediately after, those words Karen said about Frank echoed in Sheila's ears as if unbidden.
In a flash.
Sheila felt disgusted, very disgusted, and her frown deepened.
Because it was already night and there were no lights in the backyard, making it quite dim, Frank didn't see the look of disgust on Sheila's face. Still full of confidence, he walked quickly to Sheila's back door, knocked, and shouted, "Sheila, open the door! It's me, Frank!"
Sheila heard him. After a moment of thought, she turned off the faucet, walked to the back door with a grim face, didn't remove the chain, and opened the back door a crack.
"Frank," Sheila greeted with a tone full of disgust.
Frank immediately smiled brightly and pushed the door, trying to get in, but couldn't move it. "Sheila, you forgot to take off the chain. Take it off quickly, let me in."
"Don't even think about coming in!" Sheila gritted her teeth, speaking with a firm tone. "Get the hell out of here! You are not welcome here!"
Hearing these words, the sober Frank reacted incredibly fast. He instantly realized what was happening and hurriedly explained with a cheeky grin, "Sheila, did Karen say something to you? There's a misunderstanding here. Let me in first, I'll explain to you slowly."
"Sheila, I can explain while letting you play, you know."
Thump.
She indeed hadn't played for quite a few days. The very nostalgic Sheila heard this and wavered instantly, falling silent.
But Sheila wasn't Fiona.
A short while later.
Sheila shook her head fiercely and said firmly again, "You are a scumbag. Get the hell out of here right now! Or I'm calling the police!"
Hearing this, Frank was instantly dumbfounded. The smile on his face froze. He really hadn't expected that crazy woman Sheila to be so firm and not take the bait. He almost couldn't hold back from cursing!
However, Frank ultimately held it back. His thoughts raced for a few seconds, and he continued to pester her. "Sheila, honey, you really misunderstood. There's a misunderstanding between us. Let me explain..."
"I love you, Sheila!"
"..."
As the most shameless of the shameless, in order to move into Sheila's house, Frank didn't mind speaking any ghost stories (lies).
In fact, Frank did exactly that.
Fortunately, Sheila, who was truly hurt severely by Frank this time, still didn't take the bait, completely unmoved and incredibly firm.
A long time passed.
Lacking alcohol in his system and already very irritable, Frank finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He released his shameless nature and started cursing loudly.
"Motherfxxk!!"
"You crazy bitch!! I said so many nice things to you, and you won't even open the fxxking door!"
"Fxxk you!"
"..."