Poker Night

Last night when I was sleep, I heard a lot of loud talk. I looked through the keyhole to see dad and his friends sitting around the table, it was poker night. Dad was drunk, talking loud and laughing a lot.
When poker night is at our house, mom hates it. Mom has to make snacks, clean up the mess and deal with the loud and crazy acting men. She hates, who dad becomes when he drinks. I like who he bcomes when he drinks, because he always gives me money.