Alexa was clearly drunk, she put her hands on his chest, "drink with me, please" she pleaded only a few centimetres remained between them

Tyler looked at her. "No. Way." He said pushing her away gentle and crossing his arms. He was used to dealing with drunk people... back home you were pretty much either drunk, or you were dead. You were at a bar, or you were dead. Goes like that. Tyler was one of the only ones who didn't follow that rule.

"Come on, just a little drink?" She said holding the drink out to him, her teal eyes glistening, "I thought rednecks like to drink?" She said

Tyler grunted. "We do, just not when we're working." He muttered. Plus, he preferred Beer. He tore his gaze away from hers, looking at the wall. Tyler loved a GOOD glass of whiskey... but he never drank more than one unless it was a day off, and he didn't drink whiskey that wasn't from home. When you are a bodyguard you never get a day off.

Alexa pouted, "come on" she said and let out a little giggle, she reached forward and poured some whiskey down his shirt, Alexa jumped up and ran away from him, laughing

Tyler jumped back... or tried to anyway. He was already up against the wall so he pretty much slammed himself into a wall, cursing. The front of his black shirt was soaked now... with super sticky whiskey. He took a deep, shuddering breath. He knew he couldn't leave her, in case of an attack, but he needed to change this stupid shirt. Tyler glared at the girl while taking off his jacket, pulling the shirt over his head and quickly putting the jacket back on. It didn't zip Or button in the front but he didn't really care now. He was... angry to say the least.

Alexa and other young girls, laughed, "oh! His angry now!" One girl shouted then dissolved into laughter, Alexa and the other girls made a Ooh sound as his took off his shirt, "his stripping down!" One girl shouted, "how about we help him!" Shouted another

Tyler grit his jaw. He knew he couldn't leave the princess... but this had to stop. He leaned up against the wall and wondered what he could even do... it's not like he was rude enough to wrestle them to the ground. If they weren't kidding, what was he supposed to do to stop them? Run away? Because that would Be aborting his duties also. So Tyler got out a dagger, glaring at anyone who dared get near him and played with the knife, almost a threat to anyone who dared come near him. His black eyes were like storm clouds, and he was obviously not messing around. His open jacket did show a good amount of muscle... which might not have been helpful...

Alexa laughed, a hand grabbed hold of her wrist, before Alexa could scream she was pulled through the bushes, a hand clamped over her mouth, and she was dragged away, a bag over her head, she couldn't hear the voices of the young party people, she wriggled to find a flair of pain in the back of her head, and everything went dark

Tyler glanced again, and he saw Alexa was gone. He darted the only way the attacker could have come from.. into the bushes. Tyler went silently, knowing freaking out wouldn't help. He heard a small rustle in the bushes, and crept up quietly to see someone with a dark mask on hit Alexa in the head with a rock. Tyler roared and launched himself out at the man, hitting him with so much force the other man flew backwards into a tree, and a Tyler heard a crack. He fell to the ground, groaning in pain. It was obvious one of his ribs was broken. Tyler, his body trembling with anger, lifted the man off the ground and stared him in the eye. "What... are you... thinking... you idiot." He hissed, anger almost taking over his sensible mind. He squeezed the guys neck so tight his face turned purple and he choked for air. "I was sent on a mission... to capture her..." he wheezed. Tyler punched him in the face so hard he broke the guys nose immediately, knocking him out. He then dropped him in a heap, running over to Alexa and pulling the bag off her head, checking to see if she was awake