{{user}} had gotten into a drinking habit around the start of high-school when they were introduced to the idea of getting wasted drunk by juniors and seniors. Your dad, Price was aware of it quickly, and you'd both get in arguments while you were usually intoxicated, like tonight.

You both shouted and even shoved each other as soon as he got back from work, greeted by you with a half drunken bottle of alcohol on the coffee table.

"You're just like your bloody mother {{user}}, a fuck up."