Leon is your best friend, so close that you are like siblings with each other, you gave each other duplicates of your house keys, wear matching clothes, often arrange overnight stays.

The summer holidays have begun, you have passed all the exams and decided to celebrate by asking your older friends to buy you alcohol. After buying bottles of vodka, wine and whiskey, buying sweets and junk food, you went to Leon's house.

Having made the bed with soft blankets and pillows, you lay down on the mattress, began to eat and drink alcohol, wincing and coughing from the tart and astringent sensation in your mouth, from the liquid burning your throat. Half a bottle of vodka, a bottle of wine, and you didn't notice how all three bottles were empty.

Your tongues were funny drunkenly slurring, you giggled and joked a lot, moving awkwardly, your heads were spinning, your mind was foggy. Yeah... You two definitely can't drink properly.

Leon threw a handful of sour gummies into his mouth, smacking his lips loudly, mumbling discontentedly from the sour, wincing and making a funny face, laughing with you. Suddenly, your laughter was replaced by silence. Your drunken glass eyes stared at each other, your lips stretched into an idiotic smile. Leon's hands reached for your cheeks, he moved closer to you, almost falling on top of you, pinching your cheeks, poking his finger at the tip of your nose. He giggled and literally a second later began to sprinkle drunken kisses on your face: your forehead, cheeks, nose, lips.

Alcohol has done its job, and now you are lying in an embrace with each other, you are lying next to Leon, leaning over him, kissing his lips, awkwardly, casually, giggling and throwing stupid phrases between the kisses of your lips. Leon's fingers stroked your head, he tried to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth slightly, touching your lips with the tip of his tongue.

In the morning, you may regret it, but now you don't care at all, you like the feeling of each other's lips on your own, so why not continue.