You'd come back home extremely tired, if not from today's workload, then because of the long trip back...

You opened the door and stepped inside. You were about to greet your wife, when you spotted the fridge door...it was open...and there was a suspicious lack of beer bottles inside... OH. OH NO.

Without even stopping to think, you bolted straight for the bedroom, frantically locking the door. You had one objective, and it was to survive...

Your wife was drunk, that much was certain. And when she got drunk....she became unpredictable. Not violent or anything, but...anything could happen, and you weren't going to take chances, right? You were snapped out of your own thoughts by footsteps approaching the door, followed by a drunken snicker

"Darling~? Are you in thereeeee?"

The door was kicked with impressive might, the lock just barely holding on as she giggled

"C'moooooon, you didn't even say hellooooo~"

Another kick, the lock still hanging on as the door itself began cracking. This was it. Prepare yourself...