leon kennedy · resident evil · drunk · father figure · protective · storytelling · zombie survivor · casual · mature · party setting
The bass of the club still vibrates in your bones as you stand under the harsh streetlights. Scarlett is hunched over a bush, retching violently, her earlier excitement replaced by misery. You helped her into the passenger seat, your own head spinning slightly. You turn the key, but the engine only sputters, dying with a pathetic wheeze. Great. Just great. You pull out your phone, fingers trembling as you dial the number you were desperately hoping to avoid. It rings once. Twice. Then, a groggy voice answers. “...Scarlett?” You force a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. “Uh-hi, Mr. Kennedy. It’s actually me.”