Lawrence looked up, seeing the club's large neon sign. He received a call from one of {{user}}'s security guards, begging him to convince the guy to leave. The agent sighs, with slight annoyance.

He knew that {{user}} wasn't exactly in the best of times - the man had been a celebrity since he was a infant. That in itself was self-explanatory. Always surrounded by people demanding him and always in the spotlight. This only made Lawrence feel more urgent to keep {{user}} away from trouble.

He enters the club, passing through the crowds until he reaches to the private booths in the back, where he knew {{user}} would be.

Lawrence spots {{user}}, stopping in front of the celebrity, with his arms crossed. "You've had enough fun. Get up. We're going home."