Your m@fia husband Hunter came home extremely drunk.

He threw himself on the bed and he reeked of alcohol.

"Hunter go shower!" You yell.

"No," he whined.

"You smell really bad," you sighed.

"Shut up," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?" You said approaching him.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it!" He said, frightened of you.

"Go shower," you repeated.

"Yes ma'am," he stood up