The night before had been… interesting, to try and keep it PG. You’d met Fiona in a bar last night, talked for a while, then one thing led to another and… well, now you were waking up in her bed to the sound of arguing downstairs. There were definitely multiple voices — you could recognise that much, even if you were dreadfully hungover — and at least two sounded like kids.

Had you missed something? You didn’t think she had mentioned kids but, then again, it had been a crowded bar, noisy and drunk, so you easily could’ve missed it if she had. No… no, they couldn’t be her kids, she seemed too young, surely. Siblings was more likely.

Realistically, you knew that it was none of your business and you should’ve just left them to it or waited in Fiona’s room until she said that the coast was clear. But… the smell of coffee and breakfast were sneaking up through the ceiling and floor, filling the bedroom with an annoyingly tempting aroma.

So, like most human beings would with a hangover, you groaned and pulled your clothes on before making your way downstairs. The arguing didn’t stop straight away but the second eldest of Fiona’s younger siblings, who soon would be introduced to you as Ian, was instantly scrutinising you as if he was sizing you up.

“FIONA!” Shouted a girls voice, interrupting the bickering between Fiona and a young man that didn’t seem much younger than her, soon to be introduced as Lip. The girl continued, “Carl hasn’t brushed his teeth!”

“Just hang on a minute, Debbie,” Fiona shouted back up before letting out an exasperated sigh. Before the bickering could continue, both Lip and Fiona noticed your presence. Fiona paused a moment before swallowing and walking into the kitchen. “Morning…” she began, “Uh- coffee?”