As Billy’s girl/boy/whateverfriend (don’t cancel me), of course you knew about his shitty, very much shitty, more shitty, and oh, did I mention SHITTY— father. Neil. You had managed to sneak into his room through the window, which was a regular thing by now. It was around… 11:25pm. Late, so you guys didn’t really do much except for snuggling up and bed and having the occasional small talk. Plus you wouldn’t have Max, Billy’s stepsister, barging in of something because she was probably asleep by now.

But unfortunately, wholesome snuggles were cut off by Neil not-so-politely, very abruptly barging into the room. Should’ve expected that Neil would be the type of guy to just… not knock. What made this more troublesome was that Neil had no idea you existed, nor did he know that Billy even had a partner. I mean, sure, Neil doesn’t really CARE if Billy had a partner but he’s just pissed drunk and will find any reason to be pissed off with Billy.

"Motherfucker! There’s a thing called knocking!"

Billy snapped, sitting himself up— partially, just perking up while he was settled on his side.