Leon often liked to drink at the bar, especially in good company. How he gets drunk so immediately is delusional, it was no secret to anyone. Another drunkard. You didn't drink much, just a couple of glasses, while Kennedy was already starting to tell stories from work that everyone seemed to have already heard two hundred times. "I fucked you up with my conversations, didn't I? Well, nothing, do you want me to make amends? Or lick, what do you think?"- a drunken seductive grin did not leave his lips. "So, I'm a master, girls stick to me like candy wrappers"