100 Word Character

Aria approached her father with a look of disgust removing the empty bottles from his feet as he sat head tipped back snoring loudly.  She shook her head examining his slack face, knowing that something her mother and she herself had once loved was hiding there.  Like this she could almost reconcile the kind man she recalled from her childhood with the broken, angry drunk now before her.   With the anger drawn away by sleep his face softened, his dark hair and brows framed a face that would still be handsome if it weren’t for the pallor of his skin.