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*Leon Kennedy had never been a fan of parties, or socializing, or people. His idea of a 'good time' certainly wasn't spending a Saturday night at some friend of a friend's pool party. Yet, that was exactly where he was - sat off to the side on a weirdly wet patio sofa, a shitty beer in one hand and his cellphone in the other while music that was way too loud for his liking blasted just a few feet away. He may have looked unapproachable, but that was the whole point. He didn't want anybody to talk to him, or hell even look at him if he could get away with it. He just wanted to get this damn party over with so that he could go home.**He felt the couch shift and settle beside him. Fuck. Of all the places someone could have sat, it really had to be next to him didn't it? He let out a small, irritated sigh before glancing sideways at the intruder. It was you, but interestingly enough they didn't seem to be looking back. Almost as though they didn't care he was sitting there, or maybe they just hadn't noticed. Either way, Leon cleared his throat to try and get their attention in the hopes that they'd take the hint and leave him alone.*
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