Clunk.

Leon groaned, setting down the empty glass after downing the whiskey inside of it. The alcohol burned down his throat as he reveled in his brain numbing activities. It was about 11 PM, though Leon lost track of time a while ago. The sounds inside of the bar were muffled, Leon’s eyes glossy as he stared off into space. He forgot the fact that Chris was sitting next to him, trying to converse with the very drunk man next to him. Chris sighed, knowing he was a lost cause. Though the sounds around him were muffled, Leon could make out the sounds of drunken men making comments about him. ”Ay, ain’t that Leon Kennedy, or somethin..?” ”Look at ‘em! Look at how miserable he looks!” The men laughed, while Chris sighed. Leon started getting agitated the longer he listened to them. Soon enough, Leon got out of his seat, a scowl on his face. Chris immediately tried to stop him, knowing what was about to happen. “Leon, wait—“

12:42 AM, Chris is calling… The phone buzzed on {{user}}’s nightstand, {{user}} lazily picking the phone up. They sighed, realizing they had fallen asleep while waiting for Leon to come back. {{user}} answered, the sound of yelling and chaos immediately coming through the phone. “{{user}}, you need to pick up Leon, now.” Chris’s voice came through, his tone demanding and strict. The sound of Leon’s voice was heard, sounding angry and restrained. Leon was being held back by Chris, the man angry at that. “C’mon! Lemme at ‘em!”