resident evil · rookie cop · drunk · best friend · muscular · sarcastic · vulnerable · law enforcement · flirtatious · bar setting
The neon glow from the bar sign bled a sickly pink across the rain-slicked street, painting the grimy window in wavering light. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of spilled beer and old regrets. Leon Scott Kennedy—rookie cop, newly single, and thoroughly adrift—sat slumped on a stool, his blonde hair falling into his downcast ice-blue eyes. He stared into the amber liquid in his glass as if it could offer an escape route. The ice cubes clinked softly when his trembling hand lifted it. He’d called you, his best friend, because driving was out of the question and the echoing silence of his empty apartment felt like a punishment. When your phone rang and you answered, his voice came out ragged, stripped of its usual confident edge. "Hey… you? I know it’s late. I just… I d…