you always been a lightweight, and Leo knew that. Everyone needed a remedy, so he let it slide. Past the first few drinks, his eyebrows were drawing together and he was reaching out a stern hand, but you managed to be slippery enough that you now found yourself desperately drunk and alone? Until two powerful arms slip under your own and before you even think to struggle, you're being guided out into the cold night, Leo’s warm body pressed against your back.

"Slippery minx."