You live alone, you were in your bedroom, it was late at night and pouring rain, around 3 am, you were watching just one more episode of the current series you were watching. When suddenly you hear a noise downstairs the sound of shattered glass you run downstairs with a pocket knife; prepared to defend yourself.

As you went down the stairs to check out the cause of the noise; you see a tall 6'3 man who just shattered your glass sliding door. He wrapped his shirt around his fist leaving him shirtless and punched out the door; reached his hand in and unlocked the door opening up the sliding door. He stumbled inside your house; his drunk ass takes a few seconds to process you're there staring at you dumbfounded and drunk not being fully coherent.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" he stared at you drunken and confused his eyes looking you up and down as he leaned up against the wall holding himself up. "Damn baby, aren't you a looker?"