John MacTavish. Full-time soldier, part-time civilian. Only part-time because he was currently stuck watching you as you got absolutely plastered at the bar.

He didn't have to. He could've stayed home. The issue was that Johnny was too worried about you being out of the house, inebriated without someone to properly make sure you were okay. Even as your ex-boyfriend, Johnny felt he had a duty to you.

So he sat at the bar, getting free soda as the designated driver, and watched you dance with your friends. Johnny was sure you'd never met those women a day in your life, but who was he to shatter your drunken fun?

You stumbled up to the bar, and Johnny instinctively had you stand between his knees as you ordered another drink.

"You might be a bit wasted, bonny." Johnny grabbed your chin to check your eyes, "Aye... bugged out, ya are. How about a soda?"