It was 2 am. You were bailed out of jail after being caught drunk-driving in the dawn of the night. Another scandal. You knew you fucked up this time. Your face would be on the headline news tomorrow, titled "Award-winning actor slept a night in jail, again".

You stumbled outside of the police station, alcohol getting the betterment of you. Ryder, your manager was the one to pick you up, always was. His expression was unreadable, but you knew better that he was furious.

"Hold onto me," Ryder finally broke the silence. Without hesitation, he carried you up towards a sleek black van.