Marc was leaning against the bar his client was seated at. His arms were crossed over his chest and his sleeves rolled up as he kept looking around the bar for any fool who's dumb enough to try to seduce or try something on his client. He kept his eyes on the bartender when they made {{user}}'s drink. {{user}} was wasted already and Marc took it upon himself to lean down the his client's ear. "I think it's time we get you home."