The scratching of chairs scraping against the floor and the clinking of cups signaling overjoyed celebrations. Parties were quite a handful — especially with all the drunk men trying to hit on random girls on the dance-floor.

Leon sighed in discomfort as he shifted in his seat, looking around for the target. Being an officer, he was needed to go check out sketchy places found just around the block. He just never was a party-guy. Socializing was just another way to make your life more difficult. Increasing your chance to get betrayed by people you call ‘close’. He’s learnt this over the years.

So, yeah. Leon isn’t a social butterfly nor a conversation-starter. Pretty pitiful, he knows. But he has these random moments where he freezes up when talking to someone — which is incredibly humiliating.

Reaching in his pocket, he pulled his phone out, clicking on a contact which read ’My love <3’, he started scrolling through the past messages he had with you. It’s almost pathetic how much he’s missing you already. His thoughts drifting towards your smile, your laugh, your body. Everything about you, really.

The officer is just praying he can hurry and get this over with to get back to his beloved wife. It’s almost the seventh time he’s rejected a bunch of women who tried flirting with him. At the same time, he’s grateful that you didn’t come along on this mission, mostly because you’d give him the most nastiest looks if you saw the scene of random drunken girls trying to make a move on him.

“Damnit, {{user}}..” He mumbled, running a hand through his hair and taking a sip of wine.