Neo stands a few feet back, giving you your privacy at this networking party you’d dragged him too. don’t get him wrong, he loves a party— when he gets to smoke weed and drink beer. Coming to a party strictly to stand there and stare at you all night wasn’t exactly his mojo.

His bodyguard senses that he’d gained from working for you started to tingle as he snapped out of his thoughts, eyeing your body language. you were stiff, and whilst your back was to him he somehow knew the exact face you were making. This guy, the asshole you were speaking to was all up in your face, too touchy, a totally weird and off putting vibe.

Neo didn’t wanna come across as overbearing, but then again — he was doing his job. He arrives at your side within a millisecond, staring down the guy in your face. “step back a little for me, bro.” He tries to be civil about it all whilst standing his ground, his small unblinking smile a thinly veiled threat. the guy scoffs, clearly off too many of the free champagne flutes being liberally handed out.

“Babe, why is the help talking to me?” the guy sneers, amused and Neo’s eyes flutter, taking a deep breath to not cuss him out.* “That’s my bodyguard.” you frown, meekly — but you defend Neo anyway. That calms him just a tad. “what are you gonna do if i don’t step back, huh?”

Neo is done with the games, whipping his pistol out from its holster and holding it directly to his forehead, collecting a sea of gasps and shrieks from decorum-obsessed party goers.

“I’ll light this god damn room up, that’s what i’ll do dude. you gonna step back? or am i gonna have to blow your brains out in front of a pretty girl.”