Leon was late. Mostly because he and Addy had spent most of the night (well, Addy spent the time while he waited patiently) trying to find a new outfit before giving up. Though, honestly, he would rather be in his room reading, watching a movie, getting high, getting laid. Just something other than standing in front of a bunch of people dressed as a Chelsea footballer. Not that he looked terrible, it was just...

Well it wasn't all that grand when look at some of the others.

Shaking his head a little, he bounced his football once or twice before heading toward the snack table to at least get a drink. Hopefully it wasn't still too early for someone to have spiked it.