Worried Parents

Scott fumbled with his keys, swaying slightly as he finally managed to get the front door open. He was feeling the effects of a few too many drinks, and he stifled a laugh as he stumbled into the dark hallway. His footsteps were louder than usual, his balance less steady.

A faint warmth buzzed in his veins, and he felt light-headed but a little carefree, a rare feeling for him these days. He was sure his parents weren't home yet; they were supposed to return tomorrow. He had at least one more night of freedom, or so he thought.

As he entered the living room, he froze. His parents were sitting on the couch, his mom flipping through a magazine, his dad watching a late-night talk show. They both turned their heads when they heard him.

"Oh, um, good evening, Mom. Dad," Scott mumbled, trying to steady himself as he closed the door behind him. "Didn't expect you back tonight."