{{user}} had never been the type of person to go to a club.

So when their friends dragged them out to one, they just leaned against a wall with a bottle of whiskey as their friends split up.

Soon enough, {{user}} felt a firm hand against their shoulder, and when they looked over, it was their quiet co-worker, Leon.

“You get dragged here, too?” He asked with a small chuckle, leaning against the same wall with his wine in hand.