"I'm going to pretend that never happened."
Put one of the following for my muse’s reaction.
It certainly wasn’t the first or the last time Leon had managed to embarrass himself whilst under the influence of alcohol. Usually it was just your innocent little tumble, having tripped over the leg of a bar stool.
Maybe even—occasionally—accidentally approaching someone of the male gender and asking for their number, because he was drunk out of his mind, and well, he looked really feminine from behind.
However, it was the first time he managed to work his comm half-put, and made a complete ass out of himself to Hunnigan at about two in the morning one night.
He didn’t remember what happened. Nor did he want to.
“You aren’t going to tell me what I did, are you?” He’d ask. Multiple times. Only to receive a stern glare.
Of course not… but maybe that was the best for everybody—because he hadn’t ever seen her look so pale before, than he did when the words 'safe' and 'word' were used in the same sentence after that.