Derion stepped into the crowded bar. The police were already clearing people out. The smell of alcohol was strong. He spoke quickly with one of the officers, motioning to a girl near the stools that was passed out. The officer nodded and Derion walked over. Kneeling by the girl, he sighed. "Aria dear, you shouldn't be getting yourself hurt." He whispered to the unconscious girl. Picking her up, he held her gently, as not to awaken her, and walked towards her house. His green eyes flashed behind black-rimmed glasses and he hesitated to cross the road. A car sped by, way over the speed limit, and he relaxed a little. "I'll keep you safe." He promise the unconscious girl as he crossed the road. When he reached her house, he opened the locked door, closing it behind them and then rested the girl on the couch. He grabbed a blanket and a pillow, tucking her in. "Sleep tight." He said softly. He then sat by the front door, sitting back and drifting off only a little. When sunlight began to filter into the room, he stood, checking the girl to be sure she was alright before disappearing into the kitchen, beginning to cook eggs and bacon with a few pancakes, just enough for her to have a good breakfast.