Mickey Milkovich, or rather, all Milkoviches, were total scum in Fiona's eyes.
Fiona genuinely despised and looked down on Milkoviches, even though she wasn't much better herself.
"No!! Absolutely fucking not!!" Fiona snapped, rejecting idea flat out.
Words barely left her mouth. Lip, who made sure to be home on time for dinner tonight because Peggy was back, immediately sided with Fiona from dining table. "Carl, you can't do this. Guns are dangerous shit, stay away from them."
Lip didn't mention Mickey.
Not because Lip didn't think Mickey was scum, but because Lip looked down on practically everyone in South Side.
"????" Carl got pissed. Big questions filled his little head. He glared at Fiona. "Makes seventy, eighty bucks a day, and it ain't illegal. Why not?"
After questioning Fiona, Carl turned to Lip. "Why can't I be around guns? Everyone has guns! This is America! Everyone has right to bear arms!!"
Carl really wanted job, arguing his case excitedly.
Fiona and Lip argued back just as loud, forbidding Carl from taking gig.
As argument dragged on, Fiona even dragged Debbie and Ian into it to help shut Carl down.
Debbie folded instantly and started nagging too.
Ian... just pretended he didn't hear shit and kept quiet.
Watching this play out.
Peggy didn't say a word, just watched show. She figured it made perfect sense why everyone here except Carl had such fucked up lives.
Shameless, but gutless.
Truly Frank's kids, Peggy judged silently.
Carl refused to back down.
Argument dragged on for a while.
Carl got sick of it. Too annoyed to waste breath on Fiona and other two, he jumped up and looked at Peggy. "Grandma, I'll push you to Alibi."
Peggy actually liked Carl. Saw bit of herself in kid. She smiled and nodded. "Alright."
Soon.
Peggy and Carl left Gallagher house.
Peggy sat in wheelchair, lighting cigarette while Carl pushed.
"Carl, tell me about this Dexter. Sounds like you like him a lot," Peggy asked, exhaling smoke.
Carl nodded. "Yeah, Dexter's good guy. I like him..."
Carl spilled everything about Dexter.
Peggy listened, got picture, thought for second, then fired off more questions.
Carl didn't suspect a thing, answering patiently.
Done.
As woman in her seventies—and ruthless old bitch who used to cook meth, deal drugs, and do practically whatever back in day...
Peggy heard things in Carl's story that Carl, Fiona, and rest never picked up on.
Peggy smiled, taking hard drag of cigarette. "This Dexter ain't simple."
Carl wasn't exactly genius. Figured it was compliment and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he's badass."
Peggy smirked. "Badass indeed."
After saying that, Peggy told Carl, "Take job if you want it. Dexter treats you good. You should listen to him more."
"As for Fiona and rest, ignore 'em if you want. Their words ain't worth shit anyway."
Hearing that, Carl instantly lit up. Felt like he had backup. "Hell yeah!"
Peggy chuckled, keeping mouth shut, mind racing.
Even though she hadn't met Dexter yet...
Based on Carl's story, Peggy was almost certain Dexter was intentionally grooming Carl. And Dexter was indirectly fucking with Gallagher family... specifically, fucking with Frank, Fiona, and maybe Lip.
As for why...
Peggy wasn't sure yet, but she was highly interested in finding out.
Not because she cared, obviously. Just because it sounded entertaining as hell.