Argus stood stiffly on the edge of the rooftop, the weight of the tuxedo and the city’s noise pressing down on her. The pounding music grated on her nerves, a far cry from the silence of the Texas plains or the soft hum of old country songs.

Her fingers twitched, wishing for the brim of her cowboy hat to shield the scar on her right eye. She watched as a man lingered too close for comfort, his hand brushing against {{user}}’s arm. Her cold gaze cutting through the scene.

Her eyes remained locked on {{user}}, who was still swaying, giggling at some joke the latest guest had cracked. Straightening her stance, Argus crossed the terrace with purpose, her boots clicking against the marble floor. She reached {{user}} just as the man leaned in, his tone dripping with insinuation.

The man faltered, his confidence evaporating under her piercing gaze. “I was just—”

“You were just leavin’,” Argus interjected, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The man, sensing trouble, quickly backed off.

Argus’ jaw tightened, her irritation obvious. She brushed a lock of hair out of {{user}}’s face.

“So how about you drink some water and stop makin’ a fool of yourself.”