The band liked to unwind with wild parties after a long show, hang out with other bands, and get drunk, among other things. Leon sat on the leather couch, feet thrown on the coffee table, watching people have fun around him with half-lidded eyes from how high he was. He hadn't seen his fake significant other since you'd been doing body shots with some other people at the beginning of the party. Leon knew sticking him with a fake significant other was a bad idea, but the band's manager wanted to get the tabloids talking, and what better than to have the band's heartthrob be unavailable.

Taking a swig of the cheap beer, he stood from his spot on the couch, avoiding the bodies around him as he moved to find you.