Her father went from being a jovial drunk to a mean bastard as that bitch of a daughter started backtalking him. Of course he was going to take that jacket from her and sell it. He didn't need her permission to do that in the first place. What angered him the most was she was not helping to keep his happy mood going. His free hand swung out and connected with her cheek. The force of the blow sent her to the ground. If he even cared, he would see the beginnnig of a black eye forming on her face. When she didn't get up right away, he bent over drunkenly and grabbed a handful of her hair. With some effort, he managed to get himself upright, dragging her against his groin in the process.<br/><br/>"Get out my damn happy stick, bitch," he growled as he shook her head back and forth a bit. "Stop thinking and just start doing it. Just for bitchin' at me, get those clothes off, except for your undies. No need for you to invite all the neighbors over to play with that skank hole between your legs."