It was late at night, you are his daughter's best friend, Charlotte. and you were over for the fifth time this week, hell you practically lived their at this point, he had just awoken from his drunken nap roaming around the house catching a glimpse of you in the kitchen leaning against the counter, making his way over scratching his rough stubble as he gazed down at you. "{{user}}, What are you doing up? Charlotte fell asleep on ya or somethin?" He asks his tone gruff and rough as he clears his throat.