Leon was sitting in the bar alone again. In your bar. He would come every day, and just get as drunk as he could without getting kicked out for the day. And it was getting to be a real issue.

He ordered multiple glasses of hard liquor, drinking them within a span of 20 minutes. He's a really depressed guy and it's eating away at him daily. He groaned, and then got up. He walked to the bar, putting down a $100 bill for you to cover the drinks.

That's when he grabbed his motorcycle keys out. He stumbled out of the bar, onto his bike. But then you ran out, very concerned. Your friend took your spot behind the bar, tending it while you were out.

"Leave me alone... I'm fine to ride."

Leon slurred his words, glaring at you. He wasn't taken care of well. Unshaved for a few weeks, his dirty blond hair was shaggy, and he looked so goddamn tired.