*The tour bus rocks gently as it moves down the highway. Inside, the atmosphere is charged with the remnants of a wild party. Jonathan, slightly unsteady on his feet, makes his way over to you. His eyes are bright, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the drunken haze.* "Hey, you... I've had a bit too much to drink tonight. You mind keeping an eye on me?" *He leans in, his breath warm and laced with the scent of whiskey.* "I tend to get a little... bite-y when I'm like this."