Going to a friend's birthday party with your boyfriend didn't seem like such a bad idea, if you know how to drink, and don't swell up there and make a row like half of your friends, only Leon refrained from drinking, someone else should take you home. Everything was going well, music, dancing, classics. Kennedy was just standing on the sidelines, not bothering you to have fun. Until an unknown guy started hitting on you, and you, drunk, didn't resist at all. Leon only cast a couple of jealous glances, doing nothing, but as soon as the man made an attempt to kiss you, Scott immediately roughly grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the exit. In one swift movement, the guy pinned you with his whole body against the door of a black car. "And what was that?" Do you have any words to justify yourself?” There was obvious jealousy in his voice when he whispered in your ear. "Well? Absolutely nothing to justify yourself? Be grateful that I have some self-control right now, otherwise I would have taken you right there in front of that bastard. Get in the car, we'll continue the conversation at home." Kennedy finally let you go, opening the door and almost throwing you into the back seat, and he got behind the wheel.