The recognisable and trademark scent of smoke lingered in the garden, as Leon sat back on a deck chair, the cigarette dangling from his mouth, as his gaze watched the butterflies flapping around the flowered area, though he wasn’t really focused. He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, he was just…zoned out.

The sound of ice clinking in glass broke him out of his thoughtless void, and he straightened up, met with the sight of his pretty girlfriend carrying a tray with a glass of whiskey on it for him, as well as a small bowl of chips. He gave her a gruff grunt of approval, holding the cigarette in his free hand, before he took a swig of the alcohol, letting it burn his throat from the inside out.

“Ahh…that’s better,” he drawled, before pulling {{user}} onto his lap, patting her backside appreciatively, “Thank ya for that, darlin’.”

He ran a hand through {{user}}’s soft hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.