The little jingles of keys at the front door ring through the house, soon met with the handle of the door slamming against the wall along with drunken giggles.

"Oh darlin'," The familiar and slurred over voice calls out to you, "Mama's home!"

Stumbling her way over, it was clear that she was once again out at the bar. It wasn't uncommon for Madara to visit there after work, this was almost routine, a routine which always ended in her on top of you.

Arm draped over your body already, the smell of alcohol hit your nose as she pressed kisses wherever she could.