CHEMICAL (RE: V Leon Kennedy x Reader) [Leon POV] [Book#3]

Chapter Three: Straight Whiskey

I feel like hell. 

My head is starting to pound. 

The whiskey is starting to taste like water. 

Did the bartender rip me off?

(Leon)-"H-hey! Did you dilute my drink?!" I wave for the bartender to come over and correct it. He looks fed up with me. Out of all the alcohol bottles behind him I want the one he's keeping from me, he lets out a sigh and walks over holding my favorite whiskey bottle in his hand. 

(Bartender)-"You've had enough already, buddy." 

(Leon)-"I aint your buddy." I slurred. 

(Bartender)-"Be lucky there's still alcohol still in that drink." I take a swig of my glass finishing it all. I pointed to it signaling that its empty. 

(Bartender)-"Not a chance." I gave him a firm glare. 

I want my damn drink. 

(Bartender)-"I got this Brennan, your shift is over." Another bartender cuts in, a woman about average height, almond shaped eyes colored brown, long brown wavy hair down to her elbows. She eyes me with a greeting smile. The bartender, Brennan, leaves handing her the bottle. He leaves heading towards the staff door removing his black apron. Now that he's gone-- I can get what I want. 

(Bartender)-"You look like you need this." She pours my glass filling it to the brim. 

(Leon)-"Thank you." I take a big swig of it feeling the pure alcohol taste on my tongue. I look back to the bartender seeing her facial features up close. Every blink she makes I see a birth mark in the center of her left eyelid. 

(Leon)-"You're cute." I admit, She blushes in response. 

(Bartender)-"Thank you, but you're not really my type." She leans against the counter pushing her thick hair to one side. 

(Leon)-"Is that so? What is your type?" I ask taking a small sip. 

(Bartender)-"Redheads. Looking for one with blue eyes and is a size thirty six B. Know any one that fits that?" Claire is roughly around that size if I remember.

(Leon)-"I do but she's not your type." She smiles and shrugs. She attends to other people near the bar before returning back to me. 

(Bartender)-"What's your name, big guy?" I don't feel like talking, so I take another sip of my drink.

(Bartender)-"Well my name's Nikki. Stranger danger is still a thing, ya know."

(Leon)-"It's Leon." I say hoping its just a first name bases. 

(Nikki)-"Nice to meet you, Leon. I apologize in advance but you look like shit." I chuckle in my throat. She speaks her mind, no filter stopping her. 

(Nikki)-"Girl got you down? A guy perhaps?"