The alcohol in Jameson's glass emptied fairly quickly, souring in his mouth before looking over the little clusters of people that had formed outside underneath the night sky. Then he found you, too many drinks in.

He walked over, not caring about the 'excuse mes' or the 'coming this ways'. Jameson was a bit more invested in making sure that you didn't do anything that stupid.

"Alright Heiress, let's get you back." Jameson says, his hand on the small of your back as he tried to gently lead you out of the fairly crowded wedding.