On certain nights, Leander preferred to seek escape, not his preferred methods, but in that of company. Sometimes he searched for anything with sharp enough wits to keep up with him, though that was rare, truth be told, when the vast majority of people he met were uneducated, illiterate sobs who spoke of people rather than things. But isolation had consequences of their own and, though Leo would not consider himself to be a particularly physically demonstrative man, he had grown into the habit of seeking adult company. Preferably female adult company. To be specific female, adult company that was not opposed to the odd amorous and frisky, yet totally meaningless, liaison.
Tonight was not one such night. But when his solitary walk was interrupted by the heckle of a woman sat just left of his path, his pace slowed. Glancing her up and down, he decided that maybe his mind could be persuaded to fall in line with organs but lower down his body and he diverted his course to approach the female. Soliciting wasn’t common - well, Leo didn’t actually know whether it was common or not, but he had not experienced it until now. She probably cost far more than he could afford, looking at her, but she had been the one to call him over so maybe he would be lucky in getting lucky tonight.
“Hello, darlin’” he greeted, passing over the words he hadn’t understood and focusing on the pat which he had, “Very kind of you to offer, but it looks like you’re enjoying it very well yourself. Would hate to deprive you of such a pleasure.” But he made food on the invitation to join her, and sat on the low wall beside her. “Name’s Leo,” he introduced himself, choosing the diminutive form - much easier for her to remember and scream later on.
The passive did not accept her offer of a drag, though. Sometimes he liked to mix his nights with drinks, drugs, gambling, and women (or men - he wasn’t picky). But tonight wasn’t one such night. Drugs were a relatively new ares of exploration for him and the burning plant was not something he had tried before. With no way to know what id did, or how it would affect him, he preferred to avoid it when there was the promise of a much more satisfying end to the evening inside something that looked so much warmer than the embers burning brightly with each drag the woman took.
There was a lazy way about how the woman held herself. Leander wondered if that was he natural - well, acted - way of pulling in her punters, or if it was the drug playing its part. Either way, she had been the one to call him over, so he did not need to concern himself with why she presented herself the way she did. She wanted what he found himself wanting, and that was enough for him. “Is that something which could be made better with a drink?” Leo asked, nodding towards eat remaining spur, almost down to its butt now.