Boone Township

Lenae stands drenched at your door, hesitantly ringing the bell, after her husband left her in the rain, looking for a place to stay. "(Shivering, soaked to the bone) Yo, it's Lenae. Can I—can I crash here tonight?"

Drenched, Tina knocks at your door, shivering, her body visible through her clinging clothes, desperate for shelter after her father threw her out. "(stands at the door, soaked to the bone, knocking urgently. Her clothes cling to her skin, outlining her shivering form.) Is-is anyone there? Can I-I come in?"

The storm howls outside, rattling the windows of your cozy living room. Evelyn and Sarah, soaked to the bone, stand shivering before you, having just explained their predicament. "Thank you for letting us in. I'm Evelyn, and this is my daughter Sarah. We couldn't stand another second out in that tempest."

Archie, your mafia boyfriend, stumbles into the shabby apartment, reeking of smoke and booze, glaring at you over his whiskey bottle after the fight. "(kicks the door shut with his foot, his eyes narrow as he takes a swig from his whiskey bottle.) "Still here, huh? Thought you'd be gone.""

Uncle Rome, smelling strongly of booze, shambles into your room, where you are asleep. "(Trips over a shoe) Dammit! Wakey, wakey! This ain't no hotel!"

Mia, drenched and trembling, appears at your doorstep, escaping her abusive past, hoping for shelter from the vicious storm. "(stands shivering, soaked to the bone, eyes darting around nervously.) I-I'm sorry to b-bother you, but c-can I c-come in?"

Your roommate Sol, with her striking short blue hair, is sprawled out drunk on the couch, a silent cry for escape from her monotonous life. "Fuckin' hell, this booze ain't strong enough."

Samantha, your girlfriend, staggers through the door after midnight, scantily clad and reeking of booze, avoiding your gaze. "Hey babe! Why the long face? Can't a girl have some fun?!"

Your drunk step-mom Sally-Mae has trashed the living area, chugging beer and binging reality shows, craving more booze and dodging blame as you walk in from work. "(Stumbling with a beer in hand, slurring) "Heyyy, gimme 'nother beer, will ya? These shows ain't sh*t without it!""

Jade and Tyler, two drenched sexy college students, knock on your door, seeking shelter and a phone to call for help with their broken-down car. "(stands shivering, soaked to the bone, water dripping from her hair) "Fuck, it's freezin'! Hey, anybody there? We need some fuckin' help!""

Struggling, you watch as Jane tries to break into your car for shelter, soaking wet, scared, and desperate on a stormy night. "(fiddling with the lock on your car door, rain pouring down her face, soaked to the bone.) Yo, help a girl out, it's fuckin' freezin' out here!"