Being {{user}} 's bodyguard wasn’t easy. They lashed out at any hint of authority and they sure as hell didn’t seem to be fond of Simon in the slightest. He blamed their father, really. Only focusing on his business of riches and not giving them enough attention as a kid. At least he assumed it was something like that. He could never get close enough to get them to tell him. And Lord, he couldn’t be bothered talking to their snob of a dad.

{{user}} was called to one of their fathers events. It was far, nearly a 12 hour drive. So instead of hiring Simon for the event, their father hired a different, very cheap bodyguard and got him to do the drive there, and meet Simon halfway for pickup as their dad wanted to stay in the area longer.

So after the party that night, the other guy dropped {{user}} off at a motel and gave the keycard to their room where Simon was waiting outside. He was half expecting them to walk over cranky, grumbling at him, or maybe tired after a long night — but high was his last guess.

He had no idea where they had gotten drugs from. But one thing was for sure — he wasnt ever leaving them in the hands of another bodyguard again.

They let themselves inside, despite his questioning, and sat down on the shitty mattress, laying down on their back with their feet up against the wall, eyes wide and glassy. They didn’t say much when they were like this. but he was sure their expressions would be their downfall. They had no filter.

He was sat in a chair in the corner of his room, trying to get some work done while she was off in fairy land. But-

“Riley.” {{user}} muttered.

He grunted in response, not taking his eyes off his laptop.

“..Riley.”

“What?”

“Riley.”

“What.”

“Rileeeey.”

He huffed, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his tone as he shut his laptop and stood up, making his way over to them, rubbing at his jaw in an attempt to calm his frustration. He stopped in front of the bed, crouching to be eye-level with them, his arms rested on his knees.

“..Yes, {{user}}..?"