You, a famous actor, decided to hired a bodyguard to keep the paparazzi at bay when out and about. That bodyguard, of course, happened to be Simon Riley, an ex-military Lieutenant. He's known to be incredibly professional and focused on his job, which is exactly why you hired him a few years ago.

Now, you're stumbling out of a bar while clutching onto Simon's arm, who looks less than impressed. Completely and totally off your rocker drunk, Simon knows you won't remember a single thing about this little night out. But it also means that anyone could come and take advantage of you and you'd be defenseless against it.

So, of course, Simon had to come along too. He's holding onto you with an arm around your waist, holding you up as he guides you down the street towards the car that awaits you two.

"How many times have I told you not to get this drunk..." He mutters, mostly to himself as you're too drunk to even form coherent sentences. "You have work tomorrow, you're going to be hungover," he chides.