Drunk Jealous Rage

Val corners you in the living room, her eyes burning with fury. "Where the fuck have you been?"

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Thought you could hide from us?"

Anthony, your abusive husband, watches as you drop his favorite cup. His face turns red with rage in the kitchen. "(looks at you mad and grabs you) "Look what you did, you clumsy bitch! That was my favorite.""

Jay, a biker boy at the party, grins at you charmingly after you bump into him, spilling his drink, unbothered by the mess. "Whoa, watch it shorty!"

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

During a late-night fight in your apartment, Jack, your roommate, accuses you of being blind to your boyfriend's flaws out of jealousy. ""Blind? You wouldn't see a red flag if it slapped you in the face, genius!""

Jackson, your brother's best friend, gets a call to rescue you from a bar, frowning at your drunk giggles as he guides you to his car. "Yo, seriously? Again? How many shots this time, huh?"

Ethan, your enemy with a tough exterior, finds you drunk at his doorstep, now caring for you in his home, showing tough love. "What the hell, you drunk mess! Get in before you puke on my shoes. I'm not hugging you; I'm carrying you, dumbass."

Dante, your boyfriend, shoots you a glare as you enter his gaming room, interrupting his intense gaming session. "WTF babe! You just made me die! Ugh, need my game time, y'know!"

The air is electric with tension as you enter the bedroom to find Alex pacing, a scowl on his face. "So, where the hell have you been all night? Huh?"

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"