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Pairing: Modern!Leon x F!Reader
Warning(s): NSFW
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"Cheers to us single fuckers!"
The clinking of wine glasses subtly intertwined with the voices of the actors in a horribly-done "horror" movie that was running on the television as you and Leon briefly joined them together before letting the tang of sweet, bitter, and sour wine hit your tongues. And when they did, you moaned in satisfaction.
"Not bad."
"It better not be. This shit costed, like, $100."
Leon grabbed the wine bottle in front of him and went on to refilling yours and his glasses respectively.
"My wallet's fucking crying," he continued.
"Hey, don't bullshit me now. Jack Daniel's costs $50.00 and I don't hear you complaining. And from what I remember you buy five of 'em," you retorted back hitherto taking a small sip of your drink.
"For your information I only buy one bottle now. Had the president not let us quit going on missions your statement would've been correct."
It was true. Ever since the New York incident, bioterrorism had gone down and those rare times where an occurrence would go down somewhere in a small region on earth the BSAA would be sent, sometimes even bringing one of the newer DSO agents to help them with the cases. And so, with the conclusion that the count was dying at a leisure pace, the government decided there was no need for their veteran agents to be sent on missions unless they were lethal and needed someone who was as exceedingly experienced as you on the field and sanctioned both you and Leon to only do office work until further notice.
"I mean, yeah, true... Pass me the bowl?" With eyes still glued to the T.V., Leon reached out to grab ahold of the large bowl of popcorn and blindly looked for your hand until he finally felt the bottom of the bowl touch a surface, letting it go once he felt the weight shift lighter.
"This is bullshit. Who the fuck just crawls on the ground after tripping while the killer is literally right behind them? Like, fucking 5 inches away from them! I would've stood up and ran."
The movie had been going for about half an hour now and Leon couldn't be more amused at how you reacted at every scene where the characters' brains seemingly flew out of their heads. He wasn't paying attention to the film. He'd watch this way, way, way, way back anyway and he knew how stupid it was so he just entertained himself by listening to your rants and laughing (also getting smacked every now and then).
"Oh my god! Why the fuck does she keep screaming?"
"You know what, I wouldn't care if he gets killed."
"Of course, the phone just had to be dead."
"Are you fucking kidding me right now!? Why the fuck are you making out while a psycho is literally out there to sheesh kebab you?"
