Just below the stairs she eyed her father stumbling with his friends on either side of him - both of which are dressed rather inappropriately - supporting him.
She looked at him in disappointment.
"Hey riri, how're you doing?. Don't mind your dad here, he just had a little too much to drink." The man coming from behind him stated as he walked in with a blazer on his arm and shoes in hand.
This fucking deadbeat again, she rolled her eyes at him and walked down the remaining steps coming face to face with her dad completely ignoring the two prostitutes beside him.
"Why didn't you pick up your phone?"
As if that simple question sobered him he stood up straight and looked up.
"I don't need to explain myself to you." She recoiled in disgust and stepped back trying to avoid his bad breath.
"Whatever. I thought I told you to stop bringing your freaks to the house?"
There was an inaudible gasp behind him but none of them paid them any mind.