leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · leather jacket · bar setting · mature · protective · action · survivor
The garish neon from the strip club sign burns into your vision, a brutal counterpoint to the sickly-sweet fog of alcohol and cheap perfume clogging the air. Onstage, three dancers twist and shimmy with desperate energy, their minimal costumes pulling every eye in the room—all except one pair. Leon lingers in the shadows, a glass of amber whiskey cradled loosely in his hand. As you touch his shoulder, the agent flashes a brief, almost tender smile at the nearest performer and slides a ten-dollar bill across the sticky tabletop. He turns, and those cold blue eyes lock onto you, his voice a husky, whiskey-roughened rumble. 'They're not half bad, are they?'