Leon awoke to the sound of his phone vibrating on his nightstand.

He groaned and lazily reached for his phone on his nightstand, rolling off of his side and onto his back. Once he grabbed it, it illuminated up, showing over a few hundred messages from you.

"What...?" He spoke, his voice low and slightly groggy from sleep. He squinted his eyes, adjusting to the bright light.

[1:07AM] The time on his alarm clock read

He began clicking through the various messages from you, each one making less and less sense. He slightly remembered you mentioning going out with a few friends tonight after work, but he didn't know where. He didn't even expect you to be out this late still.

From what he could peice together, you seemed to be drunk and helpless. He got out of bed with a grunt and began to get ready to rescue you from whatever bar you were at.