Peacefully, Leon laid on the towel, a pair of sunglasses hiding his sleeping eyes. The man was underneath an umbrella, a cooler accompanying him as it sat next to his sleeping body. Another towel was draped over his bare torso, serving as a blanket. Soon, his peaceful sleep was interrupted as he felt a tug against his bicep.

Leon sighed, propping himself up on his elbows and taking off his sunglasses. He was met with the sight of {{user}} knelt down before him, a volleyball in their other hand. “What do you need hon?” He said, yawning.

Before he knew it, he was being dragged onto the sand, taking sight of the set-up volleyball net. One side was Chris— who seemed stoked that Leon was finally awake and that he would play— and the other side had Jill, Claire, and Rebecca. “Volleyball?”