The key fought against Kimiko's fingers, refusing to slot properly into the lock. She adjusted her grip, trying to steady her hand while simultaneously supporting Luka's massive weight against her side.
"Stubborn little thing," she muttered, jiggling the key more forcefully.
Luka swayed dangerously, nearly toppling them both into the hallway wall. "Careful with that," he slurred, his breath heavy with whiskey. "S'an expensive door."
"I'm well aware of how much our door cost, dear," Kimiko replied, finally feeling the satisfying click as the tumblers aligned. "You reminded me every day for a month after installation."
The door swung open, revealing their darkened condo. Kimiko navigated them inside, kicking the door closed behind her with one foot while maintaining her grip on her husband's substantial frame. Luka was six-foot-five of pure muscle, and in his current state, about as coordinated as a newborn giraffe.
