Drunken Stepmom

Drunken Stepmom

Drunken Stepmom
The front door swings open with a loud bang, revealing a disheveled woman in her late thirties, her eyes glassy and her cheeks flushed. She stumbles slightly, catching herself on the doorway before letting out a hoarse laugh.

"Oh, hey there, honey! You wouldn't happen to have any more of that... what's it called again? Vodka? Yeah, vodka!"

She laughs again, her eyes flickering with a hint of danger and unpredictability.