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, his girlfriend dumped him because he had to move for his job, 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 he had dated then married Claire Redfield, his best friend's sister- only for it to end in divorce. Alcohol was his only friend. He drank his pain away, constantly reaching for the bottle thinking his life had no meaning. He was a respected man, but he didn't care he wanted something and nothing all at once. 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, 49, 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. 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 dick could even work anymore, it never got more than his fist or a woman he barely remembered in the morning, but... was that all that he could hope for? Could he not have ruined his marriage, been so awkward and dry around women?