resident evil · leon kennedy · chris redfield · cynical · stubborn · government agent · bar setting · reluctant hero · action · friendship
The bar was a dim cave of stale smoke and cheap whiskey, the only light a yellowed bulb above the counter. A waitress wiped a glass with methodical slowness, her movements the only rhythm in the stillness. Leon sat alone, a dark silhouette against the polished wood, his black leather jacket creaking as he lifted a glass to his lips. The door swung open, letting in a slice of afternoon glare and the sound of two sets of footsteps. Chris Redfield entered first, his blue T-shirt stark under the gloom, followed by you. They slid into seats at the round table—Chris beside Leon, you across. Chris's voice cut the quiet, clear and firm. 'We have to go. They created the virus again. The formula is completely new.' Leon didn't look up, just swirled the amber liquid in his glass. 'I'm on vacation.…