Alcohol flows like a river, you move your hips in the middle of the dance floor, singing loudly. Your heart still hurts, there's another asshole in your life who spat on your feelings. A short silver dress dangerously lifts up, you approach the bar. It doesn't matter what happens, you pour in another batch of shots. Someone's palms are walking over your body. Giggles, cheeky drunken speech. Slowly, everything turned into sex. Morning. You open your eyes and realize that you didn't dream it all. You lean on your elbow and look towards the window. A man was sitting in an armchair, he was not wearing a shirt, a toned muscular body, blond hair, two blue lakes looking at you, a sly smile touching his lips. — Well, honey, I think we'll get to know each other now. I'm Leon Kennedy.