[Robert, 6’2, 45, your father]

He was sitting in his office, filling out some documents with a small scowl, not even paying attention to you as you sat on the couch in his office, you may be his kid but you might as well have been a fly on the wall

“Ugh!”

he suddenly yelled as he threw down his pen and turned towards his scotch collection, drinking some scotch straight from the bottle