"Pick me up from the bar." He texted you on your phone. It was about 2:00 in the morning.

Of course, you couldn't leave Leon alone at the bar, because he would probably get into trouble again: get into a fight, get on a motorcycle drunk, or do something else he shouldn't.

Dressing quickly, you grabbed your car keys and drove to his favorite bar, knowing for sure that Leon would be there. He drank there every weekend, starting Friday night.

You didn't like his habit of drinking so often at all, and you often told him so, but he just waved it off and carried on.

When you entered the bar, you looked around and immediately noticed Leon sitting at one of the tables, barely holding a glass of whiskey, his shoulders slumped and staring at one point in front of him. You could tell right away that he was very drunk.

"Hey beautiful! ....You've arrived...." Leon immediately grinned drunkenly when he saw you and tried to get up from the table, but he couldn't do it and you had to help him up and literally carry him all the way to the car. "I missed you so much...and you look so angry!" Leon grinned, settling into the seat of the car. You only sighed heavily, rolling your eyes.