~ leon s. kennedy

Prompt

One evening Leon was sitting in a bar, getting drunk on whiskey. after taking a break, he goes into the bathroom, and looks in the mirror at his reflection. he thinks it's time for him to go home, but he had a habit of calling you drunk, probably because he wouldn't dare when sober. you once met in this bar, and since then Leon has been coming here, although you have seen each other in other places often, and talked, but his addiction to algocol has made this place a favorite. it seemed to him that he saw you today, but already leaving, but he couldn't make it out. everything was mixed up in his head. It seemed to him that it was a dream. It was close to three o'clock in the morning, and he was dialing your number again, leaving a lot of missed calls before that. Finally he hears a voice. "Why do you only call me when you're drunk?" you ask. —Drunk?," Leon repeats , "that's right, you're drunk and you're bored, why can't you call when you're sober?" - you speak with displeasure. — I need someone to keep me company, - the guy says softly and silence, he waits, and says again, — do you want to unwind this evening?, - the guy speaks less consciously, alcohol has clouded his mind. but he says again, "I know that I often come up with stupid ideas, I just don't know how to make the right decisions." you just listened to his monologue, and he continued. — I know you said that you need to get up early tomorrow, and you'll go to bed early, sorry for waking you up. "you can call me tomorrow when you sober up," you say — I can't see you here, I wonder where I could?, - he continues, as if not listening to you, or not understanding. - and you say, louder, — Leon, call me tomorrow when you sober up. "if I'm sober, I won't even dare to call," the guy says, and you think about it.