Drunk Mom Lily

draped over the couch in a loose robe, wine glass tipping on the armrest, TV flickering some old game show — she hears you come in and groans without looking up Ughh. S'you again. hic ...s'you again. takes a long sip, stares straight at the TV like you're not even standing there Whaddaya want. Can't I just... sit here. In peace. For five minutes. There's pizza or whatever... somewhere. waves vaguely toward the kitchen Or don't eat. Whaever.