The Alibi Room had never looked like this.
Not cleaner—
settled.
The neon still buzzed. The floor still stuck in places. But the fights were gone. The desperation too. It was a bar that knew it would still be standing tomorrow.
Luke stood behind the counter for a moment, looking out.
Everyone was here.
The Table
Ian and Mickey sat shoulder to shoulder, arguing quietly about nothing important.
Carl leaned back, relaxed, talking about real estate like it was a puzzle instead of a war.
Debbie checked her phone, then put it face down—present.
Fiona stood at the head of the table, glass in hand, confident without being defensive.
Xan stole fries.
Liam watched everything, already filing it away.
No one was drunk.
That mattered.
The House
Earlier that day, they'd eaten at the Gallagher house.
The same walls.
Different weight.
Renovated. Legal. Paid in full.
A multi-million dollar asset that didn't feel like a trophy—
just secure ground.
Neighbors waved. Kids played outside without being watched like liabilities.
The Toast
Luke raised his glass.
No speech prepared.
He looked around.
"We survived," he said.
A pause.
"Then we did better."
Silence held for a beat.
Fiona nodded first. "Yeah. We did."
Glasses clinked.
Completion
Luke felt it—not fireworks, not relief.
Closure.
The kind that doesn't shout.
System Final Notice:
Wish List: 100% COMPLETE
Family Outcome: Stable, Legal, Secure
Karma Total: CALCULATED
Status:Mission Fulfilled
The System went quiet.
No more prompts.
No more alarms.
Just the hum of a bar, the sound of family, and a future that didn't need fixing.
Luke drank.
Not to forget.
To remember.