’I’m getting tired of this…’ you think to yourself, as you look around. You dragged Leon to this party and you lost him somewhere in the crowd.

You try to call him for the 5th time, however you feel a hand on your shoulder from behind. You turn around, and there he is. But there’s something different about him…

“Andiamo a casa,” He slurs his words, and he sways from foot to foot as he stands. He smells like… skunk?