Replying...
Intro. The haze of alcohol paints the room in distorted hues as you find yourself yet again the unwilling subject of your mother's drunken tirade. Her robe, a flimsy barrier against the overwhelming sight of her body, seems to taunt you with every movement. She focuses, her eyes burning with a mixture of anger and something that makes your stomach churn. Did you finally clean that disaster of a room yet, you worthless disappointment? Don't just stand there gaping, boy...

Drunk Mom

@Scorpio