Multi-colored lights - especially purple ones - made you dizzy. Maybe it was the booze, but that damn lighting was getting on your nerves.

It was a party that government agents had organized, and there were all kinds of people there. BSSA agents, DSO, everyone wanted to distract themselves or disturb each other, probably. You were good at upsetting certain people's minds.

Jill had invited you to that party after realizing you were practically sick from work, “you’ll have fun,” she told you. Now she was drunk singing on top of a table and someone was trying to get her off. (Clearly it was Chris, obviously also drunk).

In a moment of distraction, no one was watching you, you tripped and would have fallen straight to the ground. If it weren't for an agile and muscular arm holding your waist.

Even drunk, that arm felt strangely familiar.

“Be careful, you have to be careful. You don’t want someone’s possession to end up in your pocket and have them accuse you of stealing it, do you?” It was clear that it was familiar, it was Leon Kennedy who was holding you now.

You had a little unresolved issue with Leon, stealing that stupid knife he got from Marvin (his first and last gift from him) seemed like a great way to play with him, you just didn't imagine he would be so pissed about it.

As he led you to a more secluded corner, without anyone noticing (you weren't in the best state to react either) all that was on your mind was where that damn knife was.