#partyyy

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Oh also,

       honestly? hana one hundred percent believed that smaller is better. smaller groups drew less attention, right? people were less likely to do a double take if it was just hana, compared to five big dudes.

       on the other hand, she was dealing with one of the worlds biggest stars. so. there wasn’t really any hiding her, was there? in which case, smaller was not better. less eyes, less hands, less safety. thank fucking god she didn’t need the help. she’d have to find a new profession if anything happened to her, what, her ward? not only would hana have felt like the biggest jerk, the embarrassment of failing dallas would be worse. she’d have to pack up and move to montana or something equally as awful. 

       “he didn’t fucking touch you?” now she had to check in — had to make sure that grubby fucking hand didn’t make it. she was sure he didn’t manage it, that she did her job well and that he would learn to never to do that again.

       unless he was trashed. then he’d just wake up with no memory and a few snapped fingers.