Stock Character 2: The Alcoholic father

I gave her food, clothes, a nice allowance and a roof over her head. I simply don't want her going out with that boy. I love Gwen, just like any father would, and I'm protective of her, just like any father should be. I expect her to do more chores than other kids. That doesn't mean I'm lazy. I'm running my ass around with this sucky job, why can't she do the same for this house?

So I drink. Big whoop. Most people do. I just need to drink a little more than middle-class people. My wife left, then died a year later. I can barely pay for the place, and my kid hates me. I don't beat her or threaten her (other than with grounding or curfews, but that's normal parenting stuff). I deserve a scotch every now and then!

I've made friends at the bar. There's this whacked-out guy in a blue mohawk. He's a freaky dude, but when he's had enough whiskey, it turns out Chuu and I are kindred spirits. I talk about my daughter, and he talks about his fighting career. And I thought package delivery sucked!

She's gonna bust in here one day announcing that she's pregnant, since she's been stupid with what's-his-face. Then I'll be shooting myself in the foot and want to murder him. I don't have the money to deal with another kid, and I don't think he would. He's just a freak in black. What does she see in him? What has he done for her?

I'm lost; I don't have any idea of what to do. Maybe Chuu will help; he listens, and gives good advice in the few minutes that he's sober.