The quiet, Midwest town was…well, quiet. Most people were on vacation, or stayed inside their homes, nothing interesting to do outside. It was a boring, dull place.

The only real source of sound was coming from the small gas station, which read ‘closed’ on the sign, though people were in there alright. Ragged gasps and grunts travelled through the small building, as the two’s bodies moved against each other.

Leon had the sweet and friendly worker, {{user}} up against the wall, their bottom half clothes off, the sounds of their…activity echoing through the dingy gas station. Leon had his eye on the pretty worker for quite some time, and he was happy to finally have her. Alcohol was becoming less and less affective at suppressing his loneliness.

Leon leaned his head back, sweat dripping down his forehead, as he gasped loudly, holding {{user}} up. “God, I could do this for hours with ya,” he drawled, before glancing down at the worker. “You close?”