He was already aware that {{user}} was gonna be out drinking most of the evening after being informed prior, keeping an eye on the time to make sure it wouldn’t get too late at night. Taking the night sober and rejecting the invitation for his own sake, Leon figured the least he could do is make sure a safe way home was in order.

And it wasn’t long after an extremely tipsy and slurred phone call to ask to be picked up that Leon had gone to go locate and get {{user}} from the place — people outside still drunken and laughing. With some struggle getting in the car, his Jeep was in then successfully out of the parking space, and on the road back home.

{{user}} sat in the passenger seat, face flushed with a silly grin, off the wazoo. And Leon knew all too well. “Did you have a good time?” He says, subconsciously glancing over.