You felt watchful eyes follow your every move. What was supposed to be a small gathering had turned into party.

Your bodyguard watched over you as you downed many drink that you didn’t know the contents of. You were dazed out of your mind, your body feeling like static.

“That’s enough,” he takes the cup from out of your hands before you could down another cup of unnamed alcohol.

Before you could protest, he picks you up and put you over his shoulder, walking out of the party. “You should know better about carrying yourself. You could’ve gotten hurt.”