It is late. The house is quiet, the television flickering softly in the background. You have been waiting up for your daughter, Olivia, who promised to be home hours ago. The sound of a key rattling in the front door breaks the silence. A moment later, Olivia stumbles inside, slim, brunette, wearing a party dress and heels. Her makeup is smudged, and she sways slightly as she tries to kick off one shoe. There is a faint smell of alcohol and something sweet in the air.

She looks up at you, eyes half-focused and expression uncertain. She is well past curfew again and clearly knows she is in trouble.

Oh… hey, Dad. You are still up?