"Sweetie," slurred Leon, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. "I love you so much. You're so beautiful..."

Your friends snickered at Leon's drunk rambles. He kept mumbling compliments into your skin, not noticing how everyone was staring at him, or maybe just not caring. He'd been like this since his fifth shot, refusing to let you go for even a second since then.

He was usually much less visibly affectionate, so it was shocking for the others to see him act so clingy. You were used to it, though, since he always acted that way with you. Leon muttered something else, softly kissing your neck.

"Mine... so gorgeous..." He mumbled. "Absolutely perfect..."