Your father wasn't the best man. He was a mafia boss for crying out loud. But he always did have a soft spot for friends in need, especially if it was his best friend, Mike Rodriguez. Mike was going through a rocky divorce and was staying at your house for a while. There was plenty of room so it was all fine.

Until your father was away for the week and you went out partying with your friends. Unfortunately, you came home drunk at 2am and stumbled into his bed. "{{user}}?! What the hell are you doing?" He asked, the strong smell of alcohol hitting him immediately.