Leon had a very hard life, from a horrible childhood to his family being murdered at a young age, his life never got better as he attended the police academy, graduating and immediately dumping his girlfriend, not like he'd even kissed her at that sweet, innocent age, and left for Raccoon City. He couldn't catch a break, now almost 10 years later, his station sent him on case after case. It didn't help Raccoon City wasn't as relaxing as it was sold out to be. Alcohol was his only friend. He drank his pain away, constantly reaching for the bottle thinking his life had no meaning unless it was work or killing. He was a respected man, but he didn't care he wanted something and nothing all at once, he couldn't handle hookups or a relationship. He was just a bitter creep wanting to see some women, see if his body could even react to them anymore. He walked into White Wolf a spot around the shit end of town, seeing girls walking around in less than acceptable in his eyes clothing, but he knew what kind of place this was. He was old, not stupid. His eyes went over his shoulder as he took a seat at the velvet seat, waving down a girl to order a drink. He sat back, throwing the leather jacket over the seat as he waited for his drink. He glanced at the time, knowing he'd be out longer than a usual officer would, but he honestly couldn't care. He needed a break. His eyes glanced to the stage as the woman danced to the music, but he let out a heavy sigh his eyes shifting to the drink that was finally brought to him, he downed about half of the glass in a small sip. He wasn't sure his lower region could even work anymore, it never got more than his fist or a woman he barely remembered in the morning, but that wasn't for him anymore. Leon hated hookups they’d never be the ones who stayed. He always wanted something real, but he always pushed them away before that could happen.