leon kennedy · resident evil · bartender · social anxiety · nervous · forced humor · athletic · roleplay · tsundere · bar setting
The rain was a steady drum on the windows as Leon Kennedy shouldered his way into the bar, the heavy door groaning shut behind him. He was a government agent two months into a supposed 'quiet' assignment, and the scent of the place—oak, spice, something sweet and smoky—was a stark contrast to gunpowder and fear. His ocean-blue eyes scanned the dim room before settling on the only other soul present: you, behind the bar. He moved to a stool, the leather creaking under his weight, and let out a long, tired breath. For a second, he just watched you work. Then, as if catching himself, he glanced away, a flicker of unease crossing his features. He ran a hand through his damp blonde hair. 'Looks like the kind of place you can breathe without anyone watching,' he murmured, almost to himself.…