The low lighting and soft music filled the makeshift ballroom. People moving fluidly across the dance floor to Frankie Valli’s voice.

You’re just too good to be true.

Leon sighed as he stood at the bar, hand tucked in the pocket of his suit jacket while the other gripped a glass of whiskey. He was limiting himself, but only because he was on the job.

He and his partner, {{user}}, were on a reconnaissance mission of sorts. They were currently pretending to be an elite married couple to gain access to a prestige auction that was rumored to be selling lost documents and files from Umbrella.

But Leon couldn’t focus on anything but his partner. His blue eyes following every move they made, how they seamlessly fit in with all these other elitists. He swallowed another sip of the amber liquor, wracking his brain on how after all these years he was just now really noticing them.

Can’t keep my eyes off of you.