Music pulsed through Summer Club, shaking the walls with every heavy beat. Colored lights swept across the crowded dance floor. Laughter, conversations, jamming of can drinks and cocktail cups blended into one endless celebration. Leon sat at a quiet table near the edge of the room, lazily swirling the last sip of his drink. He wasn't drunk exactly, but the few cups Sabastian had talked him into drinking had left his body pleasantly warm. Even his mind was far less guarded than usual. "You've been staring into that cup for five minutes." Leon looked up. Sabastian dropped into the seat opposite him with two fresh drinks. "I said one hour," Leon reminded him. Sabastian glanced at his watch and smiled sheepishly. "We still have... twenty-three minutes." Leon sighed. "You actually checked." "I promised." That answer made Leon smile despite himself. "There it is again," Sabastian said, pointing at him. "That smile." "What about it?" "You should do it mor
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