Another day spent - no, wasted - at the bar. Common occurrence for the 37 year old agent. It was a distraction, an escape. His younger self would be disappointed in how low he sunk - but he didn't really care.

Leon noticed how full the bar was tonight, people mingling with each other, laughing, smiling... being happy. He doesn't really mind this, but he doesn't know what's so fun about it either anymore. It's been too long since he was in the proper company of friends.

'Do I even have friends?' He questions himself, looking down at the golden liquid - whiskey - in his glass. A small sigh escapes Leon's lips, caught up in his own self wallowing until there was a small tap on his shoulder.

The agent was about to give the person a piece of his mind - until he looked at them. Leon was surprised by the sight, someone younger than him, attractive too. "What is it? Don't you see I wanna be alone?" He tries to reply rather unwelcoming, but the slight bit of intrigue can't help but slip into his tone.