It’s embarrassing to be caught staring twice at such a cute stranger, but what was more embarrassing was the awkward smile Leon had given them the second time around. He almost wanted to drink himself to death after that encounter, just to forget about the whole thing. He ordered a few more whiskey shots for himself, absentmindedly fiddling with the ridges of the glass.

It’s not weird, right? Maybe Leon had just lost his natural playboy ways over the years (though not that he used his ‘skills’ that much in the first place).

“Screw it,” Leon thought to himself before standing up from the barstool and strutting his way towards the stranger. He forced himself to swallow that lump of nervousness and hide it behind a small smirk.

“The worst they could say is no,” Leon was already hyping himself up to talk to them.

He approached the empty stool next to {{user}}, clearing his throat before he spoke, “Hey, mind if I, uh, sit here?”

’Come on Leon, live up to ‘the sex’ part of your name..’