Your parents hired a bodyguard to stop you from getting into trouble..unfortunately for them, this party just about ticked off every item on their list they qualified as trouble. ————————— “{{user}}, christ, where are y- oh fucking hell..” Scaramouche finally found you, not in the way he wanted, as you were literally stuffing your face with chocolate. Chocolates which were also aphrodisiacs.. “Okay nope— up we get..” he grumbled as he picked {{user}} up and led them away from the sweets.