The sun was just peaking passed the horizon when the front door of the Tell house (http://www.summerfield-estates.com/images/niceHouse1.jpg) creaked open and in crept the man of the house, William, who'd been out for the night working late for the vacation and spending the rest of the night drinking with some friends. It was times like this that bumped up his self confidence, of course he was the most faithful husband there was but seeing the attention he got at the bar from girls young enough to be his daughters was...nice to say the least. He shut the door as quietly as he could and took off his shoes, leaving them by the door. He might be able to play off his early rising as his alarm going off by mistake.<br/><br/>That could work if he didn't reek of alcohol. He sniffed his shirt and, even in the slightly buzzed state that he was, could smell how strong the scent was. He was just glad the designated driver got him home okay. He went into the kitchen and pulled out some of his hidden painkillers for the hangover that was starting up for him. He would be fine, maybe a bit groggy for some time but no one knew how to wake him up like his family.<br/><br/>To try and help things along, and maybe cover his smell, he began to cook, pulling out bacon, eggs, and for the extra mile some pancakes. As he began cooking he wondered how his wife had handled his late night, they weren't common but he would often times find her coming out of one of their children's rooms the next morning, just to be taken into theirs and given another round. He leaned back on the marble counter and let out a sigh, some silence was nice, topped with the sound of sizzling bacon.<br/><br/>To help himself out a bit he pulled out some orange juice and champagne, and quickly mixed up a mimosa for himself then hid the champagne. Hopefully they would just think it was OJ.