Léo became very quiet for a moment. “…Indeed.” He took a healthy sip from his drink. “How intense was the party element?”

Ross’s face was a question mark. Léo clarified.

“Did it ever devolve? Was it drinks? Drugs? Sex?”

Ross shook his head. “Nah, it never got crazy. It was mainly pomp n circumstance and to just flex about who ya knew and what department youse in.”

Léo reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a small metal tube. As he unscrewed it, he revealed a small teal-colored capsule. “How do you feel about changing things up?”

Ross looked immediately nervous. “Oh uh, my doc says not to mess around with pharmaceuticals, it could **** with my meds.”

“Who says it’s pharmaceutical?” Léo smirked playfully.

Ross frowned and swallowed air. “I-… I mean, I don’t even know what that is.”

Léo rolled the capsule between his fingers. “This is essentially MDMA that you would find on the street, but made in a multimillion-dollar laboratory instead of a garage. Uncut, and clean.” He winked.

Ross cocked a skeptical brow. “So…weapons-grade ecstasy??”

“It’s truly elite quality. I took some earlier in the week.”

Ross continued to look nervous. “I dunno…”

Léo shrugged a little. “It’s your call. I just assumed with being at the penthouse of the highest high rise, and no one can trace you, you might want to play a little more.” He began to return the pill to its container. “I understand, I know the anxiety can be a lot for you.”

“W-wait…”