Leon couldn't remember the last time he relaxed. Throwing back a few shots made him feel better, sure, but never relaxed. When {{user}} offered for them two to hit a club together, he was hesitant, but ended up accepting the offer.

He found himself trying to make himself look better, putting on his best outfit and attempting to brush his hair, but a few strands of hair kept falling over his forehead–A tired groan slipped his lips. Leon had nearly given up, when he heard a familiar laugh behind him, turning to see you.

“Quit laughin'.” Leon huffed, a slight flush spreading across his face.