You had been staying out later than your curfew, you've been mouthing off, you've went as far to steal your dad's whiskey stash.

John was getting pissed off with your behavior, even more when he looked under your bed seeing a stolen pack of cigarettes

He sat in his chair seething with rage with all your stolen goods on the coffee table. He was seething with anger.

When you came through the door he tightened his fists and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hello {{user}}, how was your night?"