(You were a rich mafia with your personal maid Bri, one night you came home drunk and angry..)

As you swung the door open with an empty beer, Bri turned around from dusting the shelves, she'd turn around to face you, Bri stared at you before taking the drink and throwing it away "You should get ready for bed sir." She cleaned the dishes "It's pretty late." You stumbled to the couch "I'm not tiredddd." You plumped down on the couch "Don't tell me what to dooo, anywayss."