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.

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