Well, somehow in all that Lip hurt his ankle, and of course Fiona assumes that they were jumping turnstiles -- and not, as the boys have lied, on the train getting injured by an old lady's walker -- and then Veronica shows up to yell at Fiona for not elevating the injury because it's a submetatarsal hematoma, and barks out orders to Ian about going to her house and getting all this medical stuff she rattles off, and also her smokes from her bedroom. Oh yeah, everybody on this show smokes. Of course.
So Ian heads out, but suddenly there's another knock at the door and there is much scattering because it's probably Karen's dad there to kill everybody, and Fiona's sort of insanely yelling, "Oh, what have you done? What have you done?" Only it's not mad dads or cops, it's a guy delivering a new washing machine. Hard to say no.
Speaking of temptation, check out Kev's giant wang where he's sleeping -- bartender, remember, so this is when he sleeps -- nude in the bedroom, which is where Ian is now standing, jaw dropped and going into some kind of Tiger Beats I Have Known fugue and trying to remember he's in there for cigarettes and not to go crazy with teen desire. Kev stirs and, thinking nothing of it, asks Ian to give him one of Veronica's cigarettes. He sits up naked and, shivering, Ian puts one in his mouth and lights it. He groans, taking it in. It's like a horror movie, but also like the total opposite of that.
Veronica walks Lip back downstairs, where the guy is hooking up the washing machine, because Fiona can only be expected to take so much and anyway, things fall off trucks sometimes and eventually it's your number that's going to be up. Only, inside the washer was a bouquet of roses with her name on it: Saint Steve, still not giving up. She's taken with the romance for a moment, but then it starts to sour on her.
There are many things this could mean, and of all those possibilities there's only one infinitesimal chance that this is really happening, and this guy of means really does like her. Any other way, she's more of a slag than when he came over before, and left his number, which she was already trying really hard to believe because it was easier than hoping.
Karen's dad rages around for a good long time about this and that, blowjobs, and Sheila's babbling right back at him, and promising to do anything at all, as long as he doesn't leave. Finally Karen's grossed out enough to start screaming at both of them, about how if he's willing to pull this shit and leave then he's not worth worrying about, much less begging to stay. Out on the lawn -- holding all his clowns, because turns out they weren't Sheila's at all, which is possibly my favorite visual detail in the whole episode, save one -- he's all, "Honor Thy Father!"