It was true that he’d had plenty of experience with troublesome kids. Actually, it wasn’t even the kids that usually turned out to be the most bothersome.. clients. The young adults, or the stubborn elderly ones tended to grind his gears properly. And yet, he’d never quite managed to slip or quit a job just like that. He’d rarely ever been fired, too. Not that he cared too much about the latter, however, since those jobs had brought him close to a limit he preferred not to cross anyway.
This kid, he’d been told, was some famous, spoiled brat. His manager had sounded desperate enough when he’d hired him. Not the kind of desperation that was showing annoyance, but the kind that held a hint of disappointment. He had a feeling this particular case would involve a lot of lecturing.
As always, he was dressed in a black suit and a simple, blue tie, a few extras hidden beneath his clothes here and there, all as precautions. While he was known for his skills regarding close quarters fighting and the fact that he rarely ever lost a fight, he would hate to take any chances. And protecting well-known individuals didn’t leave you much room for chances as it was.
His arms were folded before his chest as he moved through the hallway, gaze kept directed forward until he passed by a vaguely familiar face. The manager he’d talked to in the past gave him a small nod and passed, already seemingly tired of the entire affair. Well, this case certainly hinted to be one of the more exasperating ones. As long as he would manage to shrug off any provoking comments or behaviour and focus on the task on ensuring the male’s safety, he’d be fine.
While moving towards the room he’d been directed to, he already picked up a few dull thudding noises, an eyebrow arching as he eventually managed to reach the door frame and peeked inside. And there he was, a seemingly angry little blond, beating on a punching back like he’d never done anything else.
A clearing of his throat later, he received the younger’s attention— and some smart-mouthed remarks along with it. His expression hardly shifted, arms remaining before his chest. “That’s Doranbolt, mister Eucliffe. Try to use that apparently so thick head of yours.” And yes, sassy remarks would be met with the like, simply in an attempt to suffocate any daring natures. “But yes, I’m your new bodyguard. Nice to meet you.”
Eyes narrowed as he heard the other and his fists clenched tightly, turning his knuckles white. “I’m sorry, ahaha~ My ears must have heard you wrong. Did you just mock me? Me? Your client who could fire you at any time~?” The blond chuckled as he walked toward and past him toward the bar and made a grabs for the strong liquor. Eyes remained fixed on the glass as he poured the amber liquid in and swished it around as the other introduced himself.
Gold eyes rolled at his introduced and he shifted them over to look at him, “yeah yeah, whatever. Look,” he took a sip and swallows, “I don’t care who ya are or whatever your name is Dorkbolt, bt do know and DO keep in mind…." he paused and walked toward him and leaned close to his face, "I don’t like you, you don’t like. I never will like you because you are invading on my space. But, I am your boss~ So you do as I say. So right now, ” he hopped up on the bar and took another drink from the alcohol in his glass and smirked as he crossed his legs, “go off and do whatever, just get outta my sight~ You’re ruining my moment here and my alone time."
Sting was sociable with others, for sure, but his arrogance and crude remarks often drove people away. He was surrounded by so many people, blessed by so much attention and fame, yet deep down he was alone, truly alone. Never would he admit such a thing.
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