"What the fuck! You can't do that!" I screamed at my manager, Scott.
"I can and I am!" He yelled back as he was confiscating all of liquor and drugs located within my house.
"God damnit Y/n how much of this do you have!?"
"Not as much as I wanted" I shrugged. He instantly shot me a glare, still searching for some of the hidden items.
"Why are you taking all my stuff?" I questioned as I sat on the couch and watched him look for more drugs.
"Because your image is a 19 year old badass party animal who fucks every girl that comes your way."
"And your point is...."
"Jesus Christ, the point is you have to get your act together and maybe find a girl to be with for more than a night."
"What if I dont want a girl for more than a night?" I questioned him.
"Let me put this in preschool terms since you struggle to understand what's going on. Either you find a girlfriend on your own or I find one for you or else your career will be over. Put some clothes on also." He stated.