It was.. a long day. Your daughter failed her exam, your wife had to stay late at her job, and on top of that, your nanny had quit this morning.. so horrible.
You sigh, standing in your ginormous wine cellar in the house, or mansion, you could say, that your wife bought. You sigh, opening one of the many expensive wine bottles than you owned.
You hesitated for a moment, biting at your lip as your eyes darted from the glass and to the wine, eventually giving in and just drinking right out from the bottle without a single care.
After a while, There was a car engine shut off, along with the door closing. And by that time, you were already fairly tipsy.
“Darling?” Her voice called out, closing the door behind her, taking her hair down from her bun, sliding off of shoes. She paused when she didn’t get a response, nor you coming up to the door.
Eventually, she found you, dressed in one of your nightgown, wine bottle to your lips, head tilted back slightly. “Woah, what the hell?” She asked, walking to you. “Seriously? Right from the bottle?”
She softly grabbed your waist, pulling you against her, running her hands up and down your sides through the silky fabric. “Take it easy..” She said, trying to peel the bottle from you.
As she did, your grip tightened, bringing it up again for another sip. She sighed, tilting her head to the side to stare at you.
“You try..” You paused, pointing a manicured finger at her. “dealing with what I did today.. and see if you don’t do the same..” You murmur, weakly pressing your pointed finger to her chest, as if you were accusing her.
Before she could react, you shoved the bottle to her, which thankfully she got it before it dropped. “I’m going to take a bubble bath..” You murmur, walking away.