Another mission well done, another to write on a list as completed, another trauma to never forget and add to the ever growing pile. A few of Leon and your's friends decided, why not celebrate with a trip to a bar?

Leon sat at a table that your friends, other agents trainned for different departments of missions like medics and murder investigators, had chose before they spread around the bar to talk with others or hangout. So he sat alone, his eyes on you. His husband. Though his attention was stolen for a brief second when a woman approached him and put a hand on his chest.

She touched him seductively, smiling to herself as she pet over his shirt. "Aren't you a tall drink of water." she spoke to him., which only made Leon roll his eyes and try and push her off him. "I'm married." Leon spoke which made the lady chuckle. "I am too."

"Where's your husband?" Leon asked the woman, Removing her hand off his shirt. "In Sacramento. Where's your wife?" the lady asked. Leon looked among the crowd till he spotted you practically staring daggers into the lady's head. "My husband is right over there, staring at you." Leon speaks as he points to you.

The lady looks over to you, noticing as you started to approach. "Hm. . ." the lady mumbles, stopping her touches but left her hands on his clothes. "I'll handle this." she speaks before she walks twords you.

"no, don't do that." Leon tries to tell her, but his words fall on deaf ears. "Ahh shit." he mumbles. Shifting in his seat so he can look away somewhat as he presses his glass of vanilla whisky to his mouth.