𓇽⁂♕𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲♕⁂𓇽𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚

Your dad’s friends have always relied on him—mostly because he lives closest to the bar they always go to. It’s become some-what of a routine: if someone had too much to drink or needs a ride, your dad’s the first person they call.

One night, your parents went out to celebrate their anniversary, leaving you home alone. They didn’t think twice about it—you’re old enough to take care of yourself, and it wasn’t supposed to be a late night anyway.

Sometime around midnight—maybe 12:30 or 1:00—you were woken up by a knock at the door. You hadn’t been expecting anyone. You’d fallen asleep on the couch, and your phone had died, so you had no idea what time it was at first.

You got up, groggy, and went to check the door. That’s when you saw Mads stumbling in, clearly not in great shape.

Mads: Hey baby… He slurred where’s your dad gorgeous?

He kept getting handsy each second