Body heat submerged Leons discomfort as he stumbled his way through the crowds, pushing and excusing himself past everyone's sheer drunkenness with an irritated groan scowling from his lips. His jaw set hard and his hair stroked back out of his face, catching the mere scoffs and disgusted glances shooting his way.

He had been quick to excluded himself off from his ineffectual friends who’d dragged him to a house party in an attempt help him get over his cheating ex. Leon thought the proposal was ridiculous, and despite his heavy disinterest he found himself spilling over red cups and drowning under the murky erotic smell in the air. His jacket was pulled off his shoulders as he shrugged the hefty fabric down his back, tucking it under his arms and barley squeezing through the hallway.

Leons head nodded down, his gaze dreaming to the floor while speckles of luscious glitter and confetti sticks to his shoes. He avoids the snickers and slaps on his back from a few delinquent assholes who take grand pleasure in teasing and provoking his every move, but he can only suppress his grunts while he passes with jabbing pains to his back.

His face scrunches with a muttered repulsion under his breath, tangled streamers were thrown across the hallway, colours bursting and curling around the bodies of intoxicated couples carelessly making out and gasping in each other's breaths. With a judgmental sneer glazing his eyes he looks away from the cluttered hall not bothering to even try squeeze his way through. So instead, he slips into the closest room near him.

However, as he gently pushed his way through the door, he sought the glimpse of a girl sitting on the bathtub with melodic fairy dust dawning the tear-stained mascara running down her flushed cheeks. Once he met her reddened eyes, sobbing in anguish he immediately jolted with panic, “Oh— shit i’m so sorry” he excused himself, shutting the door politely, but after brief hesitation he creaks the door back open and cleared his throat, “Are you alright miss?” he asks.