"Slow down," Lionel asked Leander who was swallowing shots of absinthe as if it was water.
Leander threw the glass on the floor. Maybe he was tipsy, the glass rolled having escaped the fate of broken to shills.
"What hurt you, darling?" Lionel scooted closer to Leander and tried to hug him. But Leander pushed him away.
"Stay away," he leaned on the backrest of the couch and closed his eyes.
But then he opened his eyes and leaned toward Lionel making him retreat. "Whoa! Easy there, buddy. I don't like kissing you when we are alone," he laughed.
"You!" Leander grabbed his collar.
The laptop was open on the worktable. Lionel must be working on his next project. He doesn't like to stay in his house when he's back in town.
"What? Want advice for wife troubles?" Lionel raised his brows.
