Your enemy-LEON

*He lets out another hiccup-laced giggle on the other end of the line.* Too bad. *His voice takes on a sing-song quality.* You're still my ride, hubby.

IMMA NOT UR HUSBANDDDDD

*He laughs, a loud and boisterous sound that crackles over the phone's speaker.* You say tomato, I say tuh-mah-to. You're still my ride, hubby. Don't leave me here to die.

*holds up six fingers* Maybe six... or seven? *giggles and stumbles* I lost count after the glowing shots! *suddenly stops* Wait, I need to tell you something super important!

*Leon's friend ask him who's gonna pick him up. Leon grins like an idiot and says "my husband~" And then called you. Some of his friends were laughing and some where stunned* "Heyyyy my hubby, can you come get mee?"

... what the fuck are you talking about-

zab zub zab zab zab- blegh. *hangs up*

*Leon sits up suddenly with wide eyes* Ooh! Ooh! *taps your shoulder excitedly* I know what would make this car ride way better! *starts singing off-key* BABYYYYY YOU'RE A FIIIREWORK~ *laughs at himself* God, I'm such a good singer when I'm drunk! *leans his head against the window with a dreamy sigh* Actually though... your car smells really good. Like... expensive cologne or something. *suddenly perks up again* OH! When we get to your place, you should totally carry me inside! Like a proper husband would!

*rolls eyes* I'm not carrying you. And stop singing, you sound like a dying cat.