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

Chapter Twelve: No Games

I watch as she finishes up her second bowl of chicken soup, she tilts the bowl back drinking the broth until the bowl is empty. The spoon clinks against the rim once she sets it down

(Leon)-"Want some more? There's still plenty." 

(Y/n)-"No. I'm full but thank you." She daps her lips with a napkin. 

I couldn't help but smile. 

(Y/n)-"Aren't you going to have any?" 

(Leon)-"No. I'm not hungry." Not really in the mood for food, a drink-- maybe. She reaches for her glass of water drinking it in gulps. She sets the glass on the table and immediately glances towards me.  

(Y/n)-"This place is beautiful. Is this your place?" 

So the questions begin...

(Leon)-"Belong to a friend of mine." 

(Y/n)-"You have friends?" Based on the look she has on her face she didn't mean for that to come out her mouth. 

I grin with a soft chuckle. 

(Leon)-"We're friends aren't we?" 

(Y/n)-"I don't know you tell me."She smiles coyly. My grin turns into full smile and I chuckle.

An idea came to mind. 

Lets make this a little interesting. 

I got up from the table walking over to the kitchen cabinets taking out a shot glass. I walk back to the table placing the glass in the middle between us. I dug into my jean pocket luckily finding a quarter, 1998.

I scoff at the year. 

(Y/n)-"What're you doing?" 

(Leon)-"A game. Toss a quarter in the shot glass and you can ask anything you want." 

(Y/n)-"Anything?"

(Leon)-"Anything." I'm prepared to answer most of them. 

(Y/n)-"How many questions do I get?" I tilt my head to the side. I haven't made up my mind yet. 

(Y/n)-"Who goes first?" 

(Leon)-"Ladies first." I slide the quarter towards her. She stops it with her hand and glances at the coin. I lean back in my chair waiting for her to take her first shot. She scoots her chair in and moves her empty bowl of soup to the side.  

She aligns her wrist to get the perfect position, she's confident that it's going to go straight in the glass. She tosses the quarter and misses as it goes slightly over it. I catch the coin from rolling off the table.

(Y/n)-"Damn it." She says in a hush tone. 

(Leon)-"It doesn't count if you miss." 

(Y/n)-"Okay. Your turn."