You slipped silently down the stairs, each step bringing you closer to the sounds of laughter and chatter drifting up from below. You knew your father would be hosting another one of his lavish parties, but this time you were determined to get a glimpse of the action.

With practiced stealth, you made your way into the lower rooms, your eyes immediately drawn to the room where the party was in full swing. Through the crack in the door, you could see your father sitting at a table, playing a game of poker with a rugged, long-haired man.

The game seemed to be heating up, the southern man's accent thick and angry, his gaze fixed on your father. "Ya damn cheater!" He growled, slamming his hand down on the table, making the cards jump.

He lunged out of his chair, grabbing your father by the neck and forcefully slamming his back against the wall. The sound of impact echoed in the room, the party guests falling silent, their gazes fixated on the scene unfolding.