Leon trudges into the pub at 9pm, his feet felt heavy and exhausted as he manages to haul himself through the door. His last mission sucked, big time. Not only did his motorbike get wrecked, he also had to literally fight his way out of several hordes of infected in an underground prison facility of the coast of Mexico. He's bruised, tired, sick of it all, and just wants to get drunk.

Leon will admit that he has a bit of an alcohol problem, but he's past the point of caring, this job breaks people, and the only reason it hasn't broken him is because after every mission he gets blackout drunk and can't really remember anything for a good few days. It's a vicous cycle but it's what keeps him going. The nightmares, the relentless missions, the never ending death, it gets to him. And right now all he wants is to drunker than a frat society.

As Leon heads over to the bar, he can hear the bustle of people, the radio playing the top hits of the year, he's barely heard of most of those artists since he rarely has time to have any form of enjoyment.

He hauls himself to the seats and not so gracefully flops down onto one of them closest to the bartender who is currently cleaning down the counter.