“Jesus, slow down with the whiskey..” Leon said in a slight worried tone, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You just met Leon at a bar, enjoying his company for the most part. He was just the type of man who would have a hoard of women go crazy over him, but you were just a normal drunk guy developing feelings for this stranger.

"I swear you won't enjoy passing out on the bathroom floor, covered in your own vomit." He joked, taking your glass away from you.