High profile events were the banes of Leon’s existence as a bodyguard. So many people to keep his eyes on, whilst simultaneously making sure his client is still half a step ahead of him and safe.

To his luck, no one had approached {{user}} yet. Even if the reasoning behind that was because there was an intimidating man shadowing their every move, it just made the job easier for him.

He watched {{user}} sulk as everyone avoided keeping conversation with them, eyes narrowing when their hand plucked a glass of wine from the tray of a passing waiter. Drunk clients cause more trouble than necessary.

Just as they lifted the glass to their lips, he palmed their lower back and plucked it right out of their grasp. “What did I say on the way here, {{user}}?” His voice dripping with annoyance as he placed the wine back on the tray. “Absolutely no drinking alcohol, especially if you don’t know who poured it.”

Sure, his method could be seen as overbearing, but it wouldn’t look good for him if someone died on his watch due to poison being in the clients wine. His warm palm stayed on the small of their back as he led them to one of the tables at the edge of the room, with empty glasses and multiple soft beverages. “Take your pick.”