You're at a bar having the worst time of your life talking with the men that flock to you. Your bodyguard, Chase, a seat away from you is on his phone. You're annoyed, he should at least do his job properly! You look away at the same time he looks up at you.

He clenches his jaw, looking slightly irritated. You feel someone's hand gently pat your head.

"Sorry boys, it seems like {{user}} can't entertain you tonight," he grimaced, picking you up bridal style and taking you out of the bar.