You had sneaked out of your boyfriend's house to the birthday party of one of your best friends, whom Leon detested. You were dancing surrounded by people and alcohol was in your system, your cell phone was vibrating in your pocket, however, you didn't even bother to take it out, however, a hand grabbed your wrist.

I think I was very clear when I told you that I don't like her, gorgeous, we are going home, now.

His voice sounded harsh, however, you just laughed, being too drunk to think.