Leon stood at the door to {{user}}'s house, his hand hovering above the door as he hesitated. He could hear the party inside: the music, the shouts, the cheers. It was a goddamn rager. Leon wasn't sure he could socialize right now, not after the way Tiffany had just torn his heart out.

"Fuck." He muttered to himself. He should be at home, sleeping, preparing to start his job with the RPD tomorrow. He just wanted to get shitfaced and forget. He finally knocked on the door.