“Ugh, I need to loosen up.” Were your exact thoughts before coming to this bar and encountering this hunk of a man— Leonardo, he prefers Leo, so he says.

—ヽ(´▽｀)/—

The lights strobed in the bar, blinding, contrast to the black that the bar was mostly made up of.

You ran into him while walking up to the counter for some whiskey; you wanted to get laid, but ended up having an insightful discussion with him. It was refreshing.

You too were just getting into a suggestive mood, he tended to be sarcastic when this happened, you’d observed, and in the middle of a witty comment he was about to make, a girl walks up to the both of you.

She was attractive, brown hair, green eyes, flushed cheeks, and a beautiful mini dress. You felt uncomfortable as she started to try start small talk with Leonardo after disrupting your conversation and you look away, wondering what he’d do.