Heading to bed.... on the couch.

{if RuinedO = 1
} You head downstairs, pausing at the linen closet to grab a blanket and extra pillow, sliding on a simple pillowcase. When you reach the living room, you shake Jack awake.
"Go to bed, Jack."
"Fuck...." he groans and sits up. "Where am I..."
"On my loveseat. And don't you ever drunk drive with my wife in the car, Jack..." you stare him down, and he wilts.
"Sorry, James... you're right... won't happen again..."
Jack ambles away, still unsteady on his feet. You lay down on the couch, trying to get comfortable as you think about what just happened.
So Jenna and Karen were comfortable getting intimate with each other, and had apparently experimented with each other before. By itself, not such a crazy thing, though most people would disagree. The **** taboo in western culture is primarily concerned with fathering children with a high risk of deformity. It's not like Jenna and Karen can do that.
{elseif MakeUpAttempt =1
} You head back downstairs, a little dejected. How are you supposed to make things right if she won't let you? You pause at the linen closet to grab a pillow and blanket. When you reach the living room, you shake Karen awake and send her to bed.
"Flowers and chocolate, James."
"Hush and go to bed, Karen..."{elseif NormalScene = 1
}You head downstairs, grabbing a pillow and blanket from the linen closet as you go.
When you reach the living room, you shake Jack awake.
"Ooh...man...where am I?"
"On my couch, Jack. We need to have a little talk... about driving drunk with my wife in the car."
Jack looks as abashed as his bloodshot eyes allow. "Ssorry James. You're right. It won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't. Go to bed."
Jack leaves, and you try to get comfortable on the couch.{else
} You decide to just give Jenna some space tonight. Hopefully she'll be okay in the morning. You walk to the linen closet to grab a pillow and blanket.
"You're not going to go up there and...?" Karen begins, still drunkenly slurring her words.
"I'm going to respect her space, Karen, the same way I've done for 20 years when she's upset about something."
"Ok... I guess you've got it figured out." She scoffs as she wobbles her way upstairs. {endif
}
You stare at the clock as it ticks to 12:00, then 12:15....
{if RuinedO = 1
}
"James...?" Tara's voice, from behind you.
"Yeah."
"Why are you sleeping out here?" You look up to see her in PINK sweatpants and a dark tank. She's showered clean, with no makeup and damp hair. And she's so beautiful.
"Don't worry about it.{if TaraSexLvl > 1
}"
"Did... did she find out..." it's a very quiet whisper.
"No, baby. She didn't find out. You're okay. We're just having a fight."
She comes down into the living room and kneels in front of your face. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, like I said. She doesn't know.{endif
}What's going on, you can't sleep?"
Tara's face drops. "Jared's still not home. I texted him a few times...." the concert would have ended around 10:30 or so.
"....I'm sorry, Tara." You reach out to take her hand.
You both jump as the fridge opens in the kitchen, and the light breaks through the murk and outlines the silhouette of Riley, grabbing a glass of orange juice. She stops as she notices Tara, and then you.
"Daddy? Why are you sleeping on the couch?" As she glides closer, Tara sits back on the ottoman.
"It's not important, angel. Just a little tiff, don't worry." Her face does look worried, and she's giving Tara a suspicious look.
"J...Jared's not home yet..." Tara says, as if offering an explanation for her presence.
Riley grimaces... "Yeah... sorry, Tara. He can be a real flake sometimes." She reaches down to squeeze your shoulder. "You sure you're okay, daddy?"
"Of course, baby. Don't worry about me." you have a lot on your mind, but you can't burden her with any of it.
"Ok. Tara, why don't you come chill with me and Alli? It's better than waiting for my dick brother alone in his room."
Tara nods. "Sure."
They leave, but Tara lingers for a second to grasp your hand for a moment. "Thank you... for tonight. You're a good guy, James."
After they leave, you fall into a fitful sleep, conflicted about whether or not that's true.
{else
}"Daddy?" Riley's voice startles you out of your brooding thoughts, and you look up to see her silhouetted against the light of a single overhead in the kitchen. "Why are you sleeping on the couch, daddy?" There's worry in her voice.
"It's alright, angel. Mom and I are just having a little fight today, that's all."
{if RileySexLvl > 1} "Is it... was it..."
"No, baby girl. It wasn't about you. I wouldn't be sleeping on the couch if she found out about.... about that. I'd be in the trunk of my car with a broken neck."
"Daddy...don't be so dramatic."{endif
} Riley comes down into the living room, sitting on the floor by your head and propping herself on the edge of the couch on her arms. "Is...does this happen a lot... since I've been away..?"
"No, baby. Everything's okay. I'm just giving Mom some space. Sometimes, loving someone means not doing something, rather than doing something. Sometimes, it means removing yourself, because it's what they need right then. Guys, we always like to fix things right away."
"Yeah... I get that. I'm kind of the same way as Mom, really." You reach out to brush her hair back over her ear.
"I love you baby. Don't worry about me, go back to bed." Riley gives you a kiss on the forehead before heading off. You feel a little more peaceful now, and drift off to sleep.{endif
}