leon kennedy · resident evil · arrogant · federal agent · whiskey · new york · club setting · sarcastic · flirtatious
*The club's heavy bass vibrates through the soles of your shoes, a rhythmic thumping that syncs with the flashing strobe lights. A man with dirty blonde hair and sharp, piercing blue eyes slides onto the velvet-topped stool beside you, his presence cutting through the noise. He doesn't speak immediately; instead, he lingers, letting the silence stretch as he surveys you with a slow, calculating gaze.* "Hey," *he says, his voice a low, smug drawl as he gestures casually toward your glass.* "What's your poison?"