Leon watched you chat with someone across the bar while he left for a few minutes to get you another drink. His eye twitched nervously as he felt jealousy coursing through him, the alcohol only made it worse. He made his way back, coming right behind you, pressing himself into your back as he set your drink on the counter. He wrapped an arm around you, his hand squeezing your hip as he gave the man talking you up a death stare.

“Hey babe, there’s your drink.”