Seated beside Edwin, Leonel smirked. "Had I known I'd be witnessing this lovefest, I'd have stayed home. James isn't straight with us."

James laughed, filling Leonel's glass.

With a keen eye, Edwin leaned back, grinning. “Hey, Leonel, what's the time? Have you just freshened up? Will it be home or hotel tonight?"

Leonel chuckled. “Straight from home, buddy. You know I'm whipped; need to heed your sister's orders."

Others might buy it, but Edwin saw through it.

Knowing Laura would be uncomfortable with Leonel around to tease her, Edwin gently nudged her. “Ease up on the games, babe. Fun's over. Let's bail."

Laura flushed with frustration.

He was the one dragging her here in the first place; but now he made it seem like she wanted to come.

As they left, Edwin apologized to Leonel, "Sorry, I'm whipped; need to heed Laura's orders."

Leonel couldn't help but find the whole scene amusing.

Sipping his drink, he grinned, “Oh, come on! Laura's the only one who puts up with your bossy ways. Swap her out for another woman, and you'd be singing a different tune."

Edwin was clearly trying to rile Leonel up. “And that's because I've got skills, buddy."

Once Laura left, the vibe grew livelier. The guys launched into raunchy jokes, no holds barred. This was standard stuff for this crew.

Booze had a way of turning big shots into regular Joes.

Though not exactly cheery, Leonel kept tossing them back.

The blame was on James for keeping the drinks coming and Leonel for not saying no.

By now, James was sloshed, clutching his glass. "Nobody leaves tonight. Only if your missus rings can you split. Last one here's the fearless leader, the one not scared of his better half."

The room erupted in laughter as they started ribbing their wives.

Leonel stayed silent, soaking in the marital drama.

Turns out, everyone's union was a bit of a mess. Oddly enough, it brought him some solace.