The Perfect Sky Is Torn

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

With the new club in action, that of course meant that the frequent party girl had to check it out, and not through the eyes of someone who was working as a costume designer, but as a customer. She paid very little mind to the dancers, though; that was hardly why she was here to begin with. Sitting by the bar, the brunette looked at the rows of tequila shots in front of her, some of which was already empty. She could feel the light buzz from the alcohol - though, considering how she'd been at it for a while, it wasn't all that weird.

Lifting another glass to her lips, she tipped her head back and grimaced as the bitter, burning alcohol met a gruesome fate with her tongue; she really, really hated the taste of tequila, but man, did it do the trick.

Putting the glass back down against the bardesk, Erika wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Pushing herself up and off the bar stool, the brunette's shoulder rolled back. She felt a lot more relaxed now than what she had in days. Alcohol was great like that. Whenever she needed to get her mind onto something else, these kinds of places offered the best kind of solution.

Moving through the room, Erika studied the decor; the guy who owned this place, Lucian, Julian or whatever his name was had done quite the wonderful job. Even she had to admit to that much.

As she was lost in the various trains of thought that mostly hung around the subject of the decor, Erika felt her arm bump into someone. Swirling around with a laugh, her hands raised in apology as she offered the person - whom thanks to the alcohol, she couldn't quite focus on a sheepish grin. "Sorry about that," she slurred. Boy, had that last shot done the trick, or what?

[Alistair Holmes]

Personal judgements should never be considered and certainly never implemented, regardless of the strength of one's conviction. Emotions made fools of every human heart, but was so often the case, voicing opinions on those others viewed in a hazy light were generally never well met; It was always best, Alistair had decided a long time ago, that if his opinions were to be believed they needed to be openly proven. The best method? Provide situations that cater to their lesser sides, then simply watch as they showcased their true colours; Without him ever having to voice his opinion in the first place. Give them enough rope after all, and they'll hang themselves.
Erika Bellefonte was one such person who had fallen short of Alistair's positive opinions. Erika Bellefonte, heir to the Bellefonte Academy, party girl with more then one notch on her belt, the girl with the ability to collect a number of hearts in her little jar. She was trouble, first and foremost. Trouble not for him prsonally, but for Drew, and that was something he could not simply stand by and watch as she dragged him further into her web only to likely turn her back on him as she had to a number of other men. It wasn't that he thought she did it with maliscious intent, but rather she did it carelessly... Which, in a manner, was almost worse.

That being said, he couldn't outright voice his worries about his charge's relationship. Drew was steadfast in his resvole, and he had true affection for the girl; The last thing Alistair wanted was to cause any rift between him and his employer. So, instead, he'd decided to watch keep a close eye on the Bellefonte princess, finding that this time he didn't need to orchestrate a situation; With her being a party girl, she was practically walking into a world of temptation.
Alistair had been watching her for some time, situated far enough to not gain her attention but close enough to keep a close eye, clad in a far cry of his usual suit and tie apparel; Wearing a shirt and a leather jacket, Alistair nursed a glass of water and lemon, ignoring the noise of the crowd and the music, his focus solely on the young woman.
The newest club had been a beacon for the Bellefonte, and as he'd predicted, had started on the drinking near enough immediately. 
As the evening had progressed however, Alistair Holme had steadily found his opinion wavering; Erika Bellefonte, despite the amount of comments and offers she'd gotten, had debunked each and every one. Even as the girl had gotten increasingly drunker, her resolve didn't falter; Well, she'd at least passed the first test. Taking another sip of his water however momentarily distracted the bodyguard, and when he looked back he noted the close presence of one of Erika's rebunked suitors to her glasses on the bar. He narrowed his eyes; He wasn't often wrong, and at that moment he felt a slight apprehension... Perhaps he was wrong, but the closeness of the guy to Erika and her glasses felt a touch peculiar.
The bodyguard stood, adjusting his leather jacket as he quite a close eye on the Bellefonte, watching as she necked back the drinks without hesitation; She paused, before starting to stumble across the dance floor. 

If she was merely drunk or if it was worse, Alistair wasn't certain from this distance, and with a darting glance at the man in question he quickly maneuverered his way through the crowd towards the girl. As he approached, he quickly picked up an empty glass from tray carried by a member of the bar staff, turning to the side to face the stage area, timing it just as Erika bumped into him. 
"HEY, WATCH-" He spoke, turning to face her with a furrowed brow, before his expression relaxed, and he gave the girl a wide grin. "Wait, wait aren't you Erika Bellefonte?" He grinned, pretending to knock back the remains of "his" drink before speaking again. "Drew's told me all about you, kid!" As he spoke to Erika, his New Yorker accent creeping in, his tone was upbeat and friendly, he was darting his eyeline towards man who had been a touch too overly friendly appeared to still be hanging around nearby, watching the pair. "Let me buy you a drink!" He put his arm on her shoulder, gesturing towards the bar with his hand. 

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Erika's eyes furrowed as she looked at the older guy; she didn't recognize him. Whether that was because of the alcohol or not, she didn't know. He at the very least knew who she was, from the sound of it. "Uhm," she began, her brows furrowing as she tried focusing upon the guy. "I am," she said, hesitating slightly. The man was overly forward and somehow, that didn't sit quite right with her. Drew knew this guy? Giving the man a once over with an obviously skeptical eye, Erika's lips pursed. Kid? "You know Dr--" She was cut short as the guy's arm went onto her shoulder. Erika's body grew stiffer in an instant and she looked absolutely and completely uncomfortable.

"Eh," she began as she politely wriggled her way out of the man's grip. "Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll pass." She offered the man something of an awkward, but polite smile. She found it hard to think that someone like this would know Drew, but he had called him by his name, as opposed to "Mr. Conner" or something along the lines. Though, how the two were related, Erika didn't know.

She wasn't sure if the guy was just being overly friendly, or if he was coming onto her, though, the logical part of her mind told her that if he really knew Drew, he would have known better than to come onto Drew's girlfriend. But it wouldn't be the first time she'd been proven wrong. Taking a step away, Erika turned her attention away from the man as she made herself ready to remove herself from the situation. After all, she'd made it clear she wasn't at all interested, right? A hand went up to brush her hair away from her face. God, she felt all kinds of tingly.

Besides the overly creepy nature of which the man had approached her, Erika hadn't come here to find any suitors or to get hit on. That was rarely her goal when she went out like this. No, she was here to have a good time, by herself, and nothing else. The only person whose attention she deemed worthy of that kind, was after all, her boyfriend.

[Alistair Holmes]

Alistair's approach had been more for the stares of the other guy then for Erika; If he'd done what Alistair had suspected of him, or at least had some intention to do so in the near future from the manner in which he kept staring at the Bellefonte, if he saw Erika had friends present within the club and wasn't alone, the guy would be less likely to attempt anything decidedly unsavoury; Hence Alistair's overly friendly first encounter... It had been for show. He had selected to use Drew's first name in an effort to perk her curiosity enough to get the girl to at least accompany him to the bar, where he could reveal who he was without risking geting on the wrong side of the leery gentleman; If he coul avoid a fight or having to threaten someone, Alistair would. Only an idiot went looking for a fight.
Perhaps she'd been too drunk to pick up on it, and the last thing he needed was for her to get herself into a bad situation; As much as he still wasn't completely certain about Erika Bellefonte, she mattered to Drew, and therefore mattered to him. He may have been there to observe her behavior, but he wasn't just going to just let the girl walk into a potentially hazardous situation.
He didn't break character, giving a wide grin and a light hearted laugh. "L-Lady Bellefonte, come on!" He exclaimed, spreading his arms out and giving a casual shrug. "You could give me one drink, right?" He stepped forward, putting his hand again on her shoulder and moving round to face her so that his back was facing the man in question.

At once, his demeanor changed; Alistair dropped his grin, taking on a more serious expression. He leaned in closer and spoke lowly, very much aware of the other man's gaze likely still upon them. "Miss.Bellefonte, my name is Alistair Holmes, I'm a friend of your boyfriend. I don't want to alarm you, but there's a guy behind you who may or may not have just slipped something into your drink," He spoke quickly, dropping the put on slightly slurred speech of before. "It's going to be in your best interest if we move away from the dance floor. Come to the bar, pretend you know me. If he sees you're not alone, he's more likely to back off."

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Rubbing her face, the brunette could feel the effects of the alcohol course through her body. It felt odd; she shouldn't have felt quite this drunk, and she surely should not have had such a slurred speech. Of course, the brunette simply shrugged it off and didn't give it a whole of thought. Maybe she'd gotten more to drink than what she'd thought. What else could the reason be? The guy's hand moved to her shoulder again, and Erika's brows furrowed again. She went to argue, but a sudden fit of dizziness hit over her and she swayed slightly under the weight of the guy's hand.

He then turned around to face her. Blinking, the telekinetic attempted to focus her gaze on him, but it appeared much too foggy. She focused on his words, pieced them together. Looking at her expression from the outside, she looked more drowsy than anything. Tired, even, but on the inside, the brunette felt confused and uncertain. "Uhm," she began, her brows furrowed again as she attempted to focus her gaze on the man. "What?" She swayed again as she tried looking over the man's shoulder. He was a friend of her boyfriend, and there was someone... What? Blinking, Erika looked at the man again. The bar. She didn't need more to drink. And, well, she couldn't help but feeling like all of this was very convenient. "I should... Should go call, uhm," she trailed off, her eyes narrowing, as if she was trying to focus on what she was going to say, but found herself unable to think straight.

A hand went up to the brunette's face. God, she felt way too drunk from the amount she'd been drinking. It wasn't like she'd been drinking on an empty stomach or anything. She should have been able to take those shots and not feel like this. She was normally a lot more resistant than this. Swaying again, Erika took a step away from the man, once again trying to focus her gaze on this guy who claimed to be a friend of Drew. "How-- why shou-- I mean, uhm..." How did she know he wasn't the one who had slipped something in her drink, if that was at all what had happened? "Oh god, I feel sick," she mumbled under her breath, her eyes closing.

Man, did sleeping sound nice right about now. It felt as if the room was spinning, and she was so tired. So very, very tired.

[Alistair Holmes]

Erika's eyes were unfocused, her brain clearly slipping in and out of the growing threat of unconsciousness; She appeared to be trying to bring her gaze to him, but her eyelids wouldn't allow her to, drooping to almost a close before snapping open again, only to fall once more. Alistair hadn't expected it to seep into her system this quickly, but what kind of incapacitating drug she'd ingested were most certainly fast acting. Thankfully all the signs she was showcasing were classic signatures of a date rape drug, and thankfully nothing more serious. Still, the fact some leery barfly had the intention of abusing the poor girl was sickening; Alistair may not be completely on board the Erika Bellefonte train just yet, but he would never allow her to be hurt in any sense of the word, regardless of her connection to Drew or not; He did not take lightly the abuse of women. However, despite how much the guy had pissed him off, right now Erika was his main priority; and as he came to realise the young woman hadn't taken in his words and was instead stumbling back and mumbling under her breath, Alistair knew he was going to have to take forward action; Get Erika someplace away from the blaring music and dazzling lights, and call Drew.
Alistair snapped his gaze towards the assailant from the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow; He was potentially planning to make a move towards the female, likely pretend they knew each other, intending on leading her off to some dark corner of a vile alley. Alistair narrowed his eyeline, before turning his attention back to Erika and quickly moving forward, gently taking hold of her arm to aid in her support, turning her away from the man.
"Erikaaa! You're sooo drunk, come on, I'll get you a taxi!" He grinned widely, slamming his glass with his free hand onto the passing tray of a member of the bar staff, giving the woman a wink, before putting one arm around Erika's shoulders to support her, moving his head closer to avoid the attention of the other male with his next words.

"Miss.Bellefonte, I'm going to call Drew, okay? I know you're tired, but grasp onto that ol' Bellefonte revolve, eh? I don't fancy carrying you out of here," He spoke, hoping at least some of his words would seep through the fog in her brain. He began to lead her off the dance floor, knowing full well the guy wouldn't exactly be too far behind them; Alistair doubted he'd make a move now, but then again there was always the risk... He wasn't sure quite how stupid the guy was, after all.
With his free hand, Alistair went to his jacket pocket and produced his mobile, not bothering to go through his contacts and instead typing in a number he clearly knew off by heart, bringing the phone to his ear as he moved Erika as quickly as he could towards the exit, and hopefully out of earshot of their little shadow.
"... .... Drew, Ali. I'm at that latest bar in town, that dancer bar... and Erika... Erika's here, and some barfly thought he'd take her for a roofie spin. I've got the girl, she's alright, but you'd better make your way down here," He spoke hurriedly, the phone going to voicemail; Of all times for Drew to not immediately pick up...

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Erika realized that getting the words out were a lot harder than actually thinking them. Despite her growing lack of focus and ability to take in exactly what was happening around her, she did pick up bits and pieces here and there. It was a strange sensation. It sort of felt like her body and mind disconnected and that her mind was lagging behind from everything else. She hadn't ever felt anything quite like it before and it wasn't at all like being drunk. In fact, hadn't it been for her foggy mind, the brunette would have realized that something was clearly very, very wrong, but in the state she was in right now, she felt more like dropping to the floor and falling asleep.

Thankfully though, the man supported her and she could feel her body lean against him. She heard him talk too, but she couldn't quite make out most of words. It felt as if the man was talking under water. She could make out a few words here and there, but very little that made a whole lot of sense. Her name, and something about being drunk. Was she really that drunk? No, she hadn't been drinking that much, had she? She couldn't quite remember anymore.

There was a familiar name; Drew, which had the brunette nodding slightly and mumbling incoherent words under her breath. For the time being, the brunette managed to stay upright. Although her movements were slow and sluggish, it surely helped that she had something to lean on. She opened her eyes again, but found it hard to really focus. Once again, she was met with nothing but blurry lines and movement. She couldn't quite make it out. There was also some noise. Music maybe. People chatting. Bass. She could definitely hear the bass of the music.

The cold night air hit the girl like a brick to the face. Her face twisted slightly, but she didn't make any indication to moving away from the guy she was leaning on. It hardly felt as she was the one moving. It felt more like she was being pulled along and quite frankly, in her state, the brunette didn't care. "I'm tired," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes fluttered closed as she sighed; She couldn't remember where she was. What had she been doing? Why was she so tired? Had she been drinking? She had, hadn't she? But that didn't make her this tired... Maybe she'd fallen asleep. Maybe that was why she felt so groggy. The cold air did nothing to wake the girl who steadily fell further into a state of sluggish unconsciousness.

[Alistair Holmes]

Alistair did not have a extensive knowledge of poisons, but was confident enough in what he did know about drugs that this was certainly one, and despite this drug's incapacitating nature first and foremost, Erika Bellefonte should be completely fine in the long run. It was perhaps a touch ironic, that the bodyguard had gone to the establishment in the first place to watch the actions of a woman he didn't completely trust was a decent match for his employer and friend, only for Erika proving him wrong to actually cause her to be placed in this state... After all, had she not rebuked her suitor he would have had no need to slip a little coercion into her drink.
Not that Alistair was completely convinced just yet, but her actions had pushed the bodyguard's opinions more into a positive light then they had been pior to this evening.

With some effort maneuvering through the throng of revelling club goers, Alistair supported the Bellefonte into the cooler night air, ending his voicemail call with Drew with a tap of his finger on the screen of his phone with a sigh, before slipping it back into his jacket pocket; Drew rarely didn't pick up the phone, although him not doing so didn't worry Alistair too much. If Drew was in trouble, the bodyguard would know about it.
He was most likely held up, which gave Alistair two options. One, wait here at the club with a steadily falling unconscious Erika Bellefonte, or two, carry the girl to his car and get her to the Conner's. He could easily attempt to make contact with Drew again once Erika was in a place of safety, so the second option did make more sense-

As Alistair mused on his options, he suddenly felt the woman in his hold fall limp, apparently having given in to the effects of the drug in her system. "Woah, kid!" Alistair quickly caught the girl before she fell from his hold, holding her up in a tight embrace in order to support her. He gave her a look of concern, his eyebrows furrowing; For her to be feeling the effects so strongly and this quickly, the asshole must have given her something of high potency or a large amount. "Miss.Bellefonte? Miss.Bellefonte?! Erika? ... Come on, kid, this ain't no time to take a nap!" The quick rate in which the woman had slipped into this state fared significant concern in Alistair, and carefully kneeling down and resting the woman against the club's wall, he gently took the girl's face in his hands, and with a delicate touch lifted open an eyelid with his thumb. Her eye reacted to the light, but the vacant look within it spoke of having fallen finally unconscious. Alistair sighed, removing his hands from her face and swearing under his breath. "That piece of shit has really gotten you good..." He mumbled. Now he doubted she could hear him, but he spoke his next words directly to her anyway. "I'm going to take you to Drew's, Miss.Bellefonte. You're going to be alright-" 

But Alistair never got to finish his sentence, as midway through he was struck with sudden violent velocity to the side of his face, the force knocking him to the ground. He swore, before immediately rolling onto his hands and getting to his feet in one swift movement, his vision spinning slightly from the force of the hit; There stood the guy in question, not exactly a looker, and with the bulk of his arms and upper body it was clear he didn't spend too long away from the gym; He was smirking, his lips twisted almost cruelly in delight. 
"You ganna fuck off, the lady doesn't want to go home with you," He slurred, making it obvious that he had no idea that Alistair was anything more then another one of Erika's suiters, and also making it obvious that he was quite drunk himself. Alistair's eyeline settled, darted downwards, noting how the bull of a man was shifting his feet, preparing his stance. Sloppily. VERY sloppily. 
"Maybe the kid has more class then adhering to the advances of a fuckin' gorilla," Alistair mumbled more to himself then to the guy, who didn't look as though he needed any more antagonising; However, he must have heard, as with a grimace and grunt he came forward at speed, swinging another punch. With a darting look in Erika's direction to make sure the girl was alright, Alistair took his stance and effortlessly sidestepped the brute's action, turning fluidly and striking his assailant square in the centre of his back with his palm, sending the guy stumbling off balance. 

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

What struck the brunette the most and it was the same thing that coursed through her mind over and over again. Apart from being incredibly tired and sluggish, her body felt incredibly heavy and she seemed to lack any sign of control when it came to moving. Such a simple gesture as lifting her hand became increasingly more difficult as well as staying awake. Finally, the brunette stopped fighting it.

The voices and sounds around her become nothing more than a jumbled mess of noise and annoyances. She just wanted to sleep. She was so damn tired. Her mind was swimming, steadily growing more and more hazy as she fell deeper and deeper into the warm embrace of the sleep that kept calling for her. Soon enough, the brunette did indeed fall asleep. The drugs cast its last effects on her as she finally fell unconscious, welcoming the darkness with open arms. It wasn't like the brunette could fight against it. It had come so quickly and so abruptly. She had been drinking, then bumped into some guy and then... Tiredness.

When Alistair was pushed aside by the unknown man, Erika's limp body slid towards the ground, her head resting upon her lower arm. She didn't register anything happening around her. Her breath was steady and her eyes closed. If someone hadn't known about the drugs, one might have thought the girl had simply fallen into a deep sleep where nothing, not even the sounds from the two fighting could stir her.

No longer aware of anything around her, the brunette would most likely not wake up for several hours to come. Whatever the guy had slipped into her drink had worked within the amount of time it had taken the girl to sit down at the bar, finish her drinks and get up, wander around and then finally bump into the creepy man she'd soon find herself thanking. Right now though, Erika was steadily asleep, dreaming of nothing at all. There was nothing but darkness behind her heavy eyelids.

At least she'd learn something out of this once she realized exactly how her night out had gone; she would never, ever go out drinking by herself ever again. If she at all dared touch a glass on a bar ever again.

[Alistair Holmes]

Alistair certainly hadn't thought this was how the night was going to end, but he didn't feel it was much more then a mere hinderance. Despite the brute's sheer size and body mass, he was drunk, and therefore incredibly unbalanced and easier to predict; Physically, he was far stronger then Alistair, but what Alistair lacked in strength against his opponent he made up for in skill. However, dealing with such a stronger specimen then himself didn't allow the bodyguard much in the way of meeting blow for blow; He would be taken out relatively quickly, even with the the other guy's poor fighting ability. Alistair needed to focus more on rapid and well placed movement, dodging in the simplest terms, and striking the guy when he was open in an effort to tire him out; This would hopefully result in Alistair sustaining as little physical damage as possible.
The fight resembled that of a bull and a bull fighter, the drunken brute swinging clumsy punches while Alistair reacted to his movements, predicted where the punch was intended to land and moving in a fluid motion out of the way.

The seemingly inability to strike the bodyguard was beginning to clearly send the man into a rage, as he managed to grab hold of the front of Alistair's leather jacket and moving to slam the guy against the wall. Alistair had no time to react beyond making the snap decision to drop his bodyweight backwards as opposed to trying to push back against the man, a technique which spared him being slammed into the wall but sent the barfly falling forward, pulling the bodyguard down with him. Hitting the floor at such a sudden velocity practically knocked all the air from Alistair's lungs, giving a strained gasp as he managed to bring one arm round in a violent punch to the side of the man's face, knocking him off him and sending him sprawling on the pavement.
Despite the pain in his chest from hitting the concreate, Alistair knew he had to take this opportunity while he could, rolling onto his stomach and getting to his feet in one quick movement. The guy was coughing, attempting to get onto all fours before he was suddenly brought back down to the ground by the bodyguard, who had straddled his back, his forearm pressed hard against the back of the brute's neck. "One move and I swear I'll decorate this sidewalk with you, you get me?" Alistair spoke calmly, taking rapid, slightly raspy breaths; His chest hurt, but not enough for the cause to be a broken rib... he was going to be bruised most likely, but that was something he was more then used to; Training in hand to hand combat wasn't exactly gentle.

Ignoring the grunts and swearing coming from his pinned opponent, Alistair looked over towards Erika, who was seemingly oblivious to the entre situation, having slipped into a sleeping state. At least she was safe... For all the times for Drew to not pick up... He checked his phone often, so he must be on his way, surely? 
Alistair then swore under his breath and pressed down harder on the back of the man's neck as he attempted to struggle. "Hey, hey, what did I just say?" He spoke, his tone stern and cold, but lacking any raise in his voice. 

[Drew Conner]

Drew was as busy an eighteen year old college freshman as one could possibly find.  Sometimes he marveled himself at how he was able to balance the myriad of school, business and social obligations that seemed to take up every minute of every day.  As always, Drew's day was meticulously planned down to the most minute of details.  His world revolved around schedules, time limits and structure.  If it wasn't, there just wouldn't be enough minutes in the day for him to accomplish his goals.  It was simply how he operated and there were very, very few things that could get him to deviate from that plan.


"... .... Drew, Ali. I'm at that latest bar in town, that dancer bar... and Erika... Erika's here, and some barfly thought he'd take her for a roofie spin. I've got the girl, she's alright, but you'd better make your way down here..."


The voicemail sent Drew's detailed schedule and threw it out the window.  He'd just barely missed the call and checked the message instead of running the risk of getting caught in a conversation that could be had later in the day when he didn't have far too many things on his plate.  At first he hadn't caught the weight of the message, causing him to play it back.  On the second go around his jaw clenched tightly and he was out the door.  Within moments his silver SUV was flying out of the parking lot.

Paying no heed to parking regulations, Drew brought the large vehicle to a stop in front of the club and climbed out.  His face was stoic and serious but the concern was evident just underneath.  It took him a moment to figure out what was going on.  Alistair seemingly had the situation under control so Drew's attention went immediately to the slumped Erika.  He rushed to her side and spoke her name, shaking her in an attempt to wake her.  "Alistair!"  His eyes shot over to his bodyguard and friend.  "The fuck?"  This certainly wasn't Drew's element.  

[Alistair Holmes]

Planning the next logical move from his current position, Alistair kept the man pinned with his weight, every time he attempted to knock the bodyguard off Alistair didn't hesitate to press harder against the back of his neck with his forearm. He took the respite to catch his breath, breathing heavily as the pain in his lungs from earlier began to quell to a dull throb. He was certain with how exhausted the vile creature beneath him was that he could keep him pinned for some time, but that wasn't exactly practical, and he needed to take the unconscious Erika Bellefonte to a place that was safer then the sidewalk outside of a questionable club. While he was also certain it would not take Drew a significant amount of time to arrive, he could not be exact, and frankly he was growing increasingly irritated by the sheer difference showcased by the man struggling on the concreate.
"Look, let's have a pleasant little chat, eh?" He began, moving his head closer to the back of the other man's speaking still in a calm voice, but at the same time applying a touch more pressure to his neck. "I know exactly what you were ganna do to that poor kid. You fancy tryin' that again, on her or anyone else, and I'll do a lot more then-"

He was then cut off by the sound of a car pulling up, his head snapping to look in the direction of the vehicle, which he recognized instantly. His employer, Drew Conner, stepped out and after what must have been a moment of realisation at the situation unfolding before him, rushed to his girlfriend's side. Alistair was thankful his friend had arrived as quickly as he had, although he expected nothing less; It was going to make this confrontation hopefully end far more quickly. The brute was outnumbered now... and neither man was someone to be fucked with.
"Miss.Bellefonte is going to be alright, she's just fallun' unconscious," He spoke quickly, wanting to put his employer's concern to some partial rest. "But you can thank this piece of shit here for her current state." He cast the silver car a quick glance, before looking back to Drew. "Can you get her to the car? I want to make sure she's safe before I attempt to set this guy on the straight un' narrow."
He didn't fancy moving from his prime position until he knew there was no chance the guy would make some fruitlessly pathetic try at attacking Drew or Erika.

[Drew Conner]

While it didn't take a genius to figure out what had transpired in the wake of the message Alistair had left on Drew's phone, this was still a situation the teenager wanted to avoid. He'd grown up in the spotlight and, while he was hardly the son of a movie star or other celebrity, more people tended to know his face than he generally felt comfortable with. It wouldn't take long before pictures of this would surface on the internet and the rumor mill would start up again. This went against the secrecy the Conners preferred to operate in.

"Come on." He said quietly as he went to gather the brunette girl up in his arms. "Alistair." Drew turned his attention as he started toward the illegally parked SUV. He bristled at the crowd that had gathered around the scene and did his best to keep his face down and away, but everyone had a phone. The only saving grace was the physical fight going on nearby tended to get most of the attention. "Let's go before someone calls the cops." He said, although he knew that was probably easier said than done if the guy was still trying to fight.

[Alistair Holmes]

Alistair had every intention of avoiding this type of situation, and events would have done so had the man responsible for Erika Bellefonte's current state not thought to throw a punch to the side of Alistair's head. The bodyguard's always focused on the fastest route for quelling a violent situation, and if it could be avoided then he would try any means to ensure that; Violence was messy, violence created questions and dragged names into the public eye, which was something both he and his employers wanted to avoid.
Alistair glanced round at the small gathering of club goers, most of which were far more focused on him and the guy he was pinning then the young man helping what simply appeared as a drunk girl into a car. It was going to work in Alistair's favour that he wasn't exactly wearing his usual attire, since he supposed he looked almost entirely different in his usual formal suit; He was less likely to be recognised... That, and the fact no one truly paid attention to a bodyguard anyway. They were merely a representative of the people they protected; An extension of them. Alistair Holmes was nothing more then a man in a suit.

Currently, though, he was a man in a leather jacket pinning a far larger man with a chip on his shoulder to the sidewalk. He snapped his gaze to Drew when he heard his name being spoken, listening to his friend as he instructed him to leave before things got more heated. Once his employer had safely placed Erika within the confides of the car, it was time to make a move. In one movement, he pushed back onto his feet, letting go of the guy as he did so. He adjusted his jacket, turning heel and heading towards the car.
With the added eyes of the crowd, which had now surrounded the fallen man, Alistair doubted the guy had any intention on finishing the fight, especially as his target was now safely out of his reach. He smirked a little as the guy made one last parting blow, a furry of spat insults in Alistair's direction.

Not bothering to give the crowd a backwards glance since there was no reason to, Alistair quickly made his way to the SUV and to Drew's side. "I'll help Miss.Bellefonte into the car," He spoke, gently helping his employer support the female. "If you don't mind drivin'."
His chest was beginning to ache considerably now, likely having bruised a few ribs if nothing else; He'd have to stimulate his blood to quicken his healing when he got a moment's breath.

[Drew Conner]

Drew nodded and accepted his trusted companion's assistance in securing Erika in the backseat of the SUV. He took a moment to lean over her, hovering just close enough to check what he could of her vitals. She was still breathing and he thought he felt a pulse on her wrist, even though he wasn't sure. His eyes shifted to look at Alistair. He wasn't helpless by any means, nor did he look as though the situation had him rattled. "Is she... just out?" He asked, pulling out of the SUV and closing the door with a shaking hand that belied his calm exterior. "Should we get her to a hospital?"

The worry and concern shifted abruptly as the teen stepped closer to his long time bodyguard. "Alistair." Drew spoke the name with a cold, yet determined voice. To most anyone looking on it would seem the young man had an almost eerie calm about him. The way Drew had been able to arrive, assess the situation and act decisively felt a strange, almost unnatural way for someone of his age to act. Alistair, however, had always been able to see through the facade. Drew trusted Alistair with his and the life of his sister. Next to his twin, he held Alistair as the only person he felt he could truly be himself around. There was an 'inner Drew' that so few got to see that was, at this very moment, seconds away from breaking down into a jumbled mess of worry and anger.

Drew swallowed the surge of emotion that threatened the stoic mask he wore. His eyes burned with the conflicting feelings the boy simply wasn't used to having. Disaster didn't strike the Conners and tragedy were for lesser families. He reached up, his fingers tightening around his bodyguard's collar and pulling him closer. "Find out who he is." Drew could barely keep the enraged snarl from forming on his lips. "Make sure he understands how close he came to making the biggest mistake of his life."