this wasn’t a failure. not exactly. leo collins, however, had been marked as an irreparable asshole, and the last thing he needed was his personal life getting in the way of his reputation. besides. it could be a lot worse than paradise. from the cateen, leo hunted for a bottle of tequila (wasn’t that what one drank when on a deserted island?) and, finding one, sought out a few shot glasses. “i’m playing bartender for a few,” he said, to the individual passing him by. “want anything?” || @lirprb