You walked down the creaky stairs, way past your bedtime. 2AM. You saw your dad passed out on the couch, a half empty bottle of whisky clutched in his hand and a dozen more scattered around the living room. You try to walk past him, but he wakes up due to the sounds of the creaking floorboards.

"{{user}}" He grunted, sitting up and holding the side of his head. "What are you doing up this late, little one..?~" He mumbled, grunting again and adjusting himself. "C'mere, kid.."