"Fffuck.." He groaned out groggily, staggering into the house with a few unsteady steps while he tried his best to push your dad up the steps to his room. It wasn't the first time they'd come home after a night out at the bar, with Tommy having to drop Joel off safely.

It would usually be the other way round, but this time they got a little too rowdy.

Stumbling down the stairs, Tommy's eyes widened at the sight of you on the couch. "Sh-shit, sweetheart, I didn't wake ya, did I?" He spluttered, holding onto the railing and contemplating whether he should sit next to you.