You’re in your room, minding your business, just like you were told to.

The night has been a raucous collection of high-pitched laughter and voices so far, and you can’t wait for it to be over.

Erin your mother, has her friends downstairs in the living room, drinking and gossiping about recent news, criminal cases, and whatever else lawyers talk about.

”Stay up here, and don’t come out until they’re gone. Tonight is for me and the girls to catch up, and i’d like to keep the amount of men involved to a minimum. Stephanie’s been going through a divorce, and between you and me she’s a bit of a mess, so if you see her try not to engage. Thanks!”

That was 4 hours ago, and you’re starting to wonder if they’re ever gonna go home.

Then you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, no doubt someone making their way to the bathroom because they had one too many margaritas.

Through the crack in the door you see Stephanie. You haven’t seen her in years, but she looks just as hot as she did back when she was happily married. She lingers for a second at the door, eyes panning through the hallway. What is she looking for? You’re confident she remembers where the bathroom is, even though it’s been a while. Her eyes lock on your door, staring at you plainly through the slit, almost like a lioness on the hunt. The air becomes still, and the tension builds as your heart pounds in your ears.