Tex grumbled as Kelly and Rachel talked to each other on the way to the party. This was the first time it actually felt like a job. They were all old enough to drink, that wouldn't be an issue. But there would be punks there who didn't know what to do inebriated and with the way that Rachel was currently dressed. He couldn't believe that Kelly had talked her into the insane costume, but apparently Rachel was going to surprise him every single time he thought otherwise.

The party was at some random person's sorority house, Kelly was friendly with everyone which made sense how she knew about the party and could just invite people to it. Hell, she was probably asked to invite people to it.

There was funky "Halloween" music on, pumping through the house because of various strategically put speakers. Tex counted where they were, there seeming to be one more for everyone one he thought that he had found. Rachel slowed down to a damn near stop and Tex came up, almost walking right on into her.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked.

Rachel looked over, blushed furiously, and nodded. "Nothing to worry about Tex, I'm fine." She said as she went over to one of the punch bowls, dunked a red solo cup in it and took a huge drink. Clearly, totally fine.

He looked in the area that she had been looking, but he didn't see it. He didn't see anything that could have made her like this. Hopefully, things would progress in the night and he would find out what had her like this. He let her go though. He couldn't just tell her not to drink like that. She was in charge of her own social life. This was the deal. He was there to look after her physical safety, but she was supposed to be able to do what she wanted to do, within reason.

He posted up in the corner with a beer, keeping an eye on Rachel and as the night went on, he got more concerned. Not only did she do communal punch, who knows what they put in that, but then she was doing shots with Kelly and Quincy and a bunch of other people. Her behavior was getting more erratic and she was swaying to the music with just anyone. Nothing that made him wanna pull her out of the party just yet, but nothing that made him thrilled with how his charge was going to be acting in the morning. At least how he thought she might act in the morning.

The night went on as he posted up with his beers, still watching her from afar, not being antisocial, but always keeping a keen eye on her, that other people started to notice.

"If you want to go talk to her, you should," Danny, a guy from one of his classes without Rachel, had told him as he spied Tex looking at her.

Tex shook his head. "It's not like that, Danny," He insisted. "She's my roommate,"

"You never told me about that," Danny said as he peeked over to her. "Damn, no wonder I can't get you to come out, ever." He gently punched Tex on the shoulder.

Tex looked over to Danny. "It's not like that, I promise. We're just roommates." He said. He didn't disclose the fact that he was the bodyguard of his roommate and that his roommate was in fact the president's daughter.

"She looks familiar," Danny said.

Tex nodded and laughed. "She gets that all the time,"

It was then he heard a loud commotion and when he looked back, Rachel was standing on a table, dancing to a halloween remix of Disturbia. It was just her up on that table and she was the center of attention. And people were starting to pull their phones out. Fuck. This wasn't exactly in his purview as his bodyguard, but that wouldn't matter to Tom.

"I got to go deal with that," He said to Danny and went to the crowd and tried to push his way through. This wasn't like Rachel at all. And he wondered what in the hell had made her decide to do this. Well, it wasn't exactly a rocket science question. He just wondered why she felt the need to drink so much she was now dancing on tables.

He couldn't keep her eyes off her. "Rache-" He said, but it was buried by the music, both outside and inside her.

Quincy and Kelly appeared behind him. "Look at her, she's having a blast," Kelly said.

Tex breathed through his nose, "Yeah, but I don't think she wants this moment immortalized. Try and get the phones down," He said to Quincy and Kelly. He was now trying to take control of the situation in the way he knew how. Quincy and Kelly thankfully seemed to agree with him and started shooing people away who just wanted to video the whole thing.

It was when someone started to try and get handsy that he finally lost it. Rachel seemed to fully sober up at that moment. He knocked the guy out and gave Rachel a hand, and they fled from the inside of the party, to the steps of the house, where Rachel looked at him for the first time that night and he couldn't help but notice the speckles of gold in her kind eyes.

"Thank you," She said in a soft, small voice.

And he knew at that moment, he'd go to war just to be thanked by her in that voice. "Not a problem, princess," He told her, trying to diffuse whatever tension was there. Because there was something there and he didn't like it.

She sat there with her head on his shoulder till Quincy and Kelly arrived on the steps and he took her back to the car where they drove back to the dorm in relative silence. It was in that silence that he ruminated on the evening and one thing he noticed about the whole thing is that she didn't tell him she wasn't a princess. Softening? Maybe. Who knew how she would feel about the whole thing in the morning. The only thing he could do was get her upstairs and into bed and hoped that she remembered only the good parts of the evening.