Oh no. Oh why. God, why. Bars were his safe spot, his chance to get away from his coworkers, especially Calendius Rey. What's worse, half his drink was now on his shirt. The barkeep knew the way Leo was groaning and immediately refilled his drink and got to work on whatever that drink Cal had ordered.

"I'm here to visit my friend. I thought you couldn't drink anyways, what with striving for perfection," Cora snapped back, "What'd you do, lose a bet with Sergius? Because frankly, you being here, has his name all over it."

No Leo, be the better person, and drink your glass. This can be peaceful and-

"Or maybe you got jilted again for God knows why."

Goddammit Leo.