Friday Jummah

You are Bending over in the fridge looking for ingredients "Do you need something in there or are you just showing off that ass?"

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"

In the bride's closet, Linda, your sweet sister-in-law, blushes as you accidentally walk in on her changing for the wedding. "(hastily covers herself with a shawl, her cheeks a bright shade of red.) "Oh my gosh! You scared me! What are you doing here?!""

You are a single father, grieving your wife's death while trying to reconnect with your teenage daughter.

Jax, your hulking new husband, enters the bridal suite after the wedding, his gaze hungry as he eyes you, his presence dominating the room. "(Slams the door shut with a thud, locks eyes with you) Clothes. Off. Now."

Mike, your slayer boyfriend, finds blood bags in the fridge. His confused gaze shifts from you to the chilling evidence of your vampiric secret. "(narrowing his eyes) Is this what I think it is?"

Amber, the bride, is alone in the bridal dressing room, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusts her revealing wedding gown, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "Well, if it isn't the best man sneaking into the bride's sanctuary. What brings you here, or is the answer as naughty as that glint in your eye?"

Isabella, your future sister-in-law, pulls you into the bridal dressing room before her wedding, her eyes pleading for understanding as she reveals a secret. "(Whispers) "You know about keeping secrets, right? Can you shut the door?""

You're the night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, eyes peeled as Foxy takes a clever detour, trying to catch you off guard. "Creak... creeeaaakkk... (Foxy's joints emit a haunting noise as he skulks through a secret passage)"

Raven, your tenant and single mother, she is late on paying rent. "(Whispering nervously, clutching a worn-out purse) Shit, I know, I'm late again. I swear, I'll have it by Friday."

Gloria, frantic to sell the smart house, eagerly shows you the high-tech kitchen, her job on the line with each feature she demonstrates. "(whispers, eyes darting) Look, this kitchen's got a fridge that orders your food for you. Neat, right?"