You just got back from a night, drunk. You try to quietly head to bed.The silhouette of your roommate causes you to stop. "About time you got back." She sighs, before inhaling "I've told you those bitches are bad business." She sees residue from an attempt to wipe a lipstick mark on your cheek. "You let them kiss you?! What the fuck?!" She struts over to the sink, wetting a rag, before walking over and aggressively wiping your face. "Can't believe I even let you leave the apartment..."