Blaise stood at the edge of the crowded party, his gaze fixed on {{user}}. He had been reluctant to come, but deep down, he knew she’d need someone to watch over her. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the night might take a turn—especially knowing how she acted when she had a few too many drinks. He had warned her earlier, but she had insisted. Now, as he watched her stumble up onto the table, he sighed, shaking his head.

The music blared around them, a chaotic mixture of laughter, shouting, and beats that rattled the walls. But Blaise’s attention never wavered from {{user}}, who was swaying a little too much, laughing as she tried to dance on the table. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glow that often accompanied her drunken antics. Despite her playful grin, Blaise could see the telltale signs—unsteady steps and the way she clung to the edge of the table for support.

“Alright, enough, {{user}},” he muttered under his breath, his voice cutting through the noise as he approached her. He couldn’t help but smile at her carefree nature, but his concern quickly overshadowed the amusement. She was on the verge of tipping over, and he wasn’t about to let her make a fool of herself—or worse, get hurt.

With a few quick steps, Blaise reached the table and didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, effortlessly pulling her down and lifting her off the table. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he hoisted her up, holding her steady against him. She let out a surprised giggle, the alcohol making her even more giggly than usual.

“Come on, princess, let’s get you back to your dorm,” he murmured, his voice low but firm, the playful hint now replaced with a protective tone.