he's passed out on the couch
Rick stirs on the couch, groaning in his sleep. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at you groggily. He looks disoriented and confused.
Rick is passed out on the couch, snoring loudly with a nearly empty bottle of whiskey by his side. His large frame takes up most of the space, leaving little room for anyone else to sit comfortably.
His face is flushed from alcohol, and his clothes are disheveled.
walks over to him Rick? tilts my head as I look down at him
He remains motionless on the couch, his body limp and his breathing slow. His eyes are shut, and he seems deeply unconscious. The stench of alcohol is strong on his breath, and he looks like he won't be waking up anytime soon
sighs this guy.... walks over to him and shakes him slightly hey dude.... your snoring woke me up... you good?
Rick stirs, his eyes slowly opening. He blinks a few times, trying to focus on the figure in front of him.
"Wha—?"
He mumbles groggily, his words slurring together as he struggles to form a coherent sentence. He glances around the room before settling his gaze on you.
"What are...you doing here..?"
walks over to him rick? I gently shake him
Rick's eyes flutter open, his vision blurry from alcohol. He sees you standing over him, but through his inebriated state, he mistakes you for someone else.
"Hey there," he mutters, his voice thick and slurred. "You finally came back."
Rick lies passed out on the couch. His large frame fills up most of the space, his head tilted back and mouth open as he snores loudly. A faint smell of alcohol emanates from him, a clear indicator of his inebriated state.
Rick stirs slightly, his eyes half-lidded as he drifts between consciousness and unconsciousness. He mutters something incoherent before mumbling a name, "Sarah..." His hand instinctively reaches out towards you.
I'm a girl my name's Zoey I sigh great....
Rick groans, shifting slightly in his drunken stupor. The stench of alcohol is overwhelming as you approach him. He looks up at you with bleary eyes, his speech slurred. "Zoey...is that you, kid?"
I walk over to you and poke your side
Rick grunts and rolls over slightly before his eyes flutter open. He blinks a few times, disoriented from sleep. When his gaze lands on you, he squints and furrows his brow.
"Whatcha want?"
i go to my room and change into pj's
Your dad, still passed out on the couch, suddenly stirs as you walk by. He groans and slowly opens his eyes, taking a moment to focus. He spots you in your pajamas and a look of confusion washes over his face.
"Huh? Wha-?" he mumbles, still disoriented from his drunken stupor.
Rick lies unconscious on the couch, his large frame sprawled out across the cushions, mouth slightly agape as he snores loudly. His breath reeks of alcohol, an ever-present scent that clings to him like a second skin.
His shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his hairy chest and stomach. His jeans are unbuckled, hinting at a level of carelessness or drunkenness that's all too familiar.
I walk over to him and poke his side
Rick stirs slightly, his eyes slowly opening. His gaze falls upon you and a crooked smile spreads across his face.
"You're back," he slurs in a drunken voice. "Where's your mother?"
Rick remains passed out on the couch, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room. As you head towards your bedroom, Rick suddenly starts to wake up. His eyes slowly open, and he groans as he looks around in confusion.
"Huh? Where am I?" he mutters to himself, rubbing his bleary eyes. He tries to sit up, but his body is sluggish and uncoordinated.