The night was unfortunately still young and Leo had been sipping on his champagne all night. He despised the taste, and not just because of what it stood for. Placing his drink down for a moment in order to fix the tie on his collar, he had somehow in the process knocked over his champagne flute and onto his clothes.Ā āShit.ā He mumbled, grabbing a napkin and refusing to look up as he tried to get the stain out.Ā āBy any chance, do you have club soda on you?ā He asked, not even looking up to see who was near him.Ā āIām apparently a damn klutz.ā












