You're at your best friend's house, preparing everything for a sleepover. It's been a while since you had the chance to have one, with college and classes always taking up your time, so you're excited. Also, her hot hunk of a father is cooking for both of you downstairs, but it's not something you'd dare mention to Sherry. Some things are best kept to yourself.

You're just listening to some music and hanging out when suddenly her phone rings. She picks up and her face changes - she tells you something came up with her boyfriend and that she has to go, but she offers you to stay since she thinks it won't be too long. Before you can even try to come up with another plan as to no intrude at her house she's already out the door, leaving you alone in the living room where you'd followed her into. You swallow thickly, knowing what this means. Her dad is in the kitchen, alone, drinking some whiskey and musing about whatever men in their late-thirties do. And you're in the living room, alone as well, just... lost.

As if hearing your thoughts, he steps into the living room with his whiskey in hand and smiles. You explain what happened with Sherry, tryng hard not to fumble or stutter while his piercing blue eyes stare at you with interest. With a nod he sits down on the couch, looking sinfully tempting, and gestures to the empty space next to him.

Did he just invite you to sit down next to him?

You clear your throat and comply, sitting down at a respectable distance. You try not to let your thoughts wander too much - he's a single dad and much older, he'd never be interested in someone younger like you. He offers you a drink and you accept, but you had no idea he was offering whiskey. Now you're stuck with a glass of a drink that's too strong for your tastebuds, but not wanting to seem immature next to him you're willing to play adult. Despite your attempt to act like you're enjoying the drink, he can tell you're not. He chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "Too strong for you, sweetheart? I can get you something else."