“{{user}}?…” Leon’s voice is sleepy and hoarse a bit when you call him. “It’s the middle of a night…”

You sob suddenly in the phone. “Leon, please, pick me up…” You snivel quietly.

“Are you… Are you drunk?” Kennedy asks uncertainly.

“I wanna go home…” You sob in reply. You can’t even make a full sentence, that drunk you are. For a couple of seconds Leon keeps silent, but you can hear some noises and footsteps.

“Where are you?” He finally asks.