( @hugtheboy )
Leo was starting to reach a personal limit of his. He wasn’t much of a people person unless he absolutely had to be around them. Fights were one thing— the more people to gawk at him and his opponent, the better for his wallet. Parties were something completely different, however. He enjoyed the occasional drink out, but he wasn’t the type to stay out all night. Which, ironically enough, was exactly what his boyfriend had a reputation for doing. Still, that didn’t stop him from finding Dexter at the bar and tugging on his jacket sleeve at only twelve-thirty. “Can we get outta here?” He leaned in and requested over the loud being pumped throughout the club. “You wanna get drunk I can dust off some of my bartending skills, but I’m getting a headache.”
