15. My character walking in on yours piss drunk. 

Oddly enough, the immortal had decided to spend the night outdoors, or well not entirely. He had simply decided to take a midnight stroll in his solitude, enjoying the faint sounds of cars and trains in the distance as he sauntered along the empty streets, up and down, right and left. It was peaceful, being able to wander without complications, without having to think about contacts or clothing or his pale complexion. No stares. No mortals, anywhere. At least not in this area at least. He turned by a corner, fingers tucked into the pockets of his light blue jeans, head tilted downwards, eyes fixed by his shoes. Seconds passed and then the silence was broken by the sound of staggering heels, echoes of solitary laughters. This doused him to furrow his eyebrows, trying to locate the should but failing to do so, several times over. What a nuisance. He shook his head, passing by an alleyway. then he heart it again, scraping of soles against the asphalt and the laughing. He took two steps back, staring into the face of a woman, whom at that moment collapsed to the ground. 

Instinctively he hurried over, of course to offer his assistance because no matter how cold the old crusnik himself seemed, his heart would always be kind, his nature helpful. Even though the maliciousness of his vampyrism always lurked in the shadows. Even before he reached her the strong smell of alcohol was apparent to him, nose wrinkling involuntary. “Are you alright miss?” He asked, looking at her with light-green eyes, thankful that his a bit too long fringe kept them shaded enough to make them at least look dark. Even more so since the female herself probably wouldn’t even remember this encounter the next day. “Miss?” He uttered again, when eh gained no response. This time the female looked up at him, wearing a wide almost dumbfounded smile upon her lips. “I— I uh fell.” Leon pressed his lips into a thin line, deliberating on what he could do to help the poor soul, obviously in need of assistance to get home safely. Even if she was nothing but a stranger, he would hate to see her end up sleeping in the gutter or something worse. The decision was made quickly, and with ease he bent his knees, scoping the female up off the ground. As he straightened himself she dropped one of her shoes, and the immortal was quick to pick it up again, holding it with his index finger as he began to walk, carrying the stranger bridal style. 

He didn’t exactly want to take her home, but what could he do? He was more than sure he wouldn’t be able to get anything out of her in a state like this, nothing that would make sense anyhow. it was a bit bothersome to say the least. He glanced down at her, delicate features put to rest as she kept her eyes closed, breath slow and heartbeat calm. She fell asleep? That fast? He raised a brow, snorting to himself. Now, he surely wouldn’t get a single word out of her, afraid of waking her of course. What was he going to do with a sleeping woman whose name he didn’t even know? Looks like I’ll have some explaining to do tomorrow then. He sighed, steering his rather slow steps towards his own quarters, his own building. Luckily, I don’t sleep. No troubles there, I’ll just let her rest and explain how she ended up in my apartment tomorrow. I suppose.