It was nearly dusk and Leon has been in the bar for a few hours or so, quelling his jitters the best way he knew how – drinking. He lost count of how much alcohol he has had downed, and he was talking non-stop and nearly shouting over the blaring music. “Royals being murdered and we’re out here having a damn vacation while our very own parents are at a risk of getting murdered themselves? Seems a bit macabre, but alright. Let’s drink to that.” He took a shot, and squinted to get a better view of his companion. “I swear I’m not drunk just yet. Promise.” On a normal day, he was quite the withdrawn and introspective one, but right now, his words tumbled out of his mouth like the rush of a river. “Waiter! Yeah, give one of these delectable drinks to my pal over here. Who are you again?”
teddy’s been lighting up the dance floor for far too long, downing far too many mixed drinks, and enjoying herself far too much. perhaps she should care more about the implications of being here-- she’s trying not to be murdered-- but she’s just excited to have a little fun with no paps around. finally making her way back to the bar, she glances at leon with a grin. “motherfucking cheers to that!” she speaks, speech barely slurring, throwing back a shot of her own. “you may not be, but i certainly am. and i’m bloody loving it.” she let’s out a happy sigh, blowing a kiss to the bartender before she’s viewing her newfound partner in crime once more. “theodora morison, at your service. england’s grand fuck up,” she let’s out a laugh that borders on unhinged, thanking the bartender as a drink is presented to her. “i think i know your face, but honestly, couldn’t be fuckin’ arsed to remember your name.”
