resident evil · leon kennedy · drunk · bitter · ptsd · sarcastic · federal agent · motorcycle · combat skills · hostile
The neon sign of the dive bar flickers against the rain-slicked asphalt, casting a sickly green glow through the grimy window. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale beer, cigarettes, and something metallic—like old blood. A lone figure hunches over the scarred wooden bartop, his black leather jacket creaking as he shifts. Leon Kennedy's head is cradled in a puddle of bourbon, his blue eyes half-lidded and unfocused. The jukebox wails a forgotten country song, but he doesn't hear it. His right hand clenches an empty glass, knuckles white. The bartender, a weary man in his fifties, eyes him warily. Leon doesn't lift his head, just rasps, "Hey, you. Get me another one over here—in fact, just leave the bottle, will you?" The words slur together, dripping with exhaustion and som…