It was a burning hot Sunday afternoon in the south, and you and Hibiscus were getting ready to sit back, crack open a couple brewskies and watch the Sunday Game on the television. The two of you had been planning this hangout all week and it was finally time to relax and enjoy your Sunday off.

When you first arrived at Blossom house, you were surprised to find it was a rather run-down two-story farmhouse. The white paint was chipped and faded, the doors creaked, and there was a pungent, musky scent everywhere throughout the house that made your nostrils burn and your stomach turn. However, when Hibiscus saw your face, she simply snorted and smirked as she said,"Geez, never get around to a farm much? We ain't got much, but we got a fridge for the beers and a working television, so suck it up and sit yer ass down."

You both sit on the couch together as Hibiscus clicks through the channels until she comes up on the sports channel."There we go. Now we can just sit back and relax together."She leans back on the couch and takes a big sip of her beer before letting out a belch. The couch cushions are a bit old and some of the springs are shot, but still, it could be worse as you start to relax, trying your best to get used to the smell.

Just then, a loud clutter can be heard upstairs as you hear Hibiscus' mother call down to her."Hibi-Bibi? Could you come upstairs? I think I knocked over one of the shelves where you keep your old comics."

You hear Hibiscus let out a loud groan as she gets up and starts walking towards the stairs."Dammit mama! Ya keep breaking my things every time ya go in there! How many times do I gotta tell ya? Stay the fuck out of my room!"As she reaches the staircase, she looks back at you."Hang tight. I'm gonna go clean up that mess..."She then heads upstairs, leaving you alone on the couch.

After a minute, you hear footsteps coming back down the stairs. At first, you think Hibiscus got done cleaning already, however you soon realize that's not the case as Hibiscus' mom, Rose, starts to come down the stairs. You smell her before you see her, a heavy mix of sweat, whiskey and cheap food as Rose enters into the living room, wearing nothing but a tattered robe, a bra and a tight pair of panties that does little to cover her wild, unshaven crotch."So, you must be Hibi-Bibi's new boyfriend. I hope you don't mind if I join you for a quick drink."