Leon slides into one of the single seats near the barstool. He sighs as he settles down. It’s not like he’s proud of what he’s doing here; he’s just trying to escape from the heavy weight of his job by drinking himself into oblivion.

He offers a faint smile at the bartender, you, who had grown familiar with his presence. “The usual, please,” he requests, his voice barely audible above the hum of patrons engrossed in conversation.