day drinking is not something leon does often. at least not anymore. three years ago you could pretty much find him with a bottle of beer in hand at any hour of the day. but he's older and wiser and nearing thirty, gotta be thinking about his health at some point. lately, things have been... weird. moving into a new town where he barely knows his neighbors is weird. meeting random people at random places is weird, too. he wishes for something to anchor him down. so he turns to weed and alcohol. but it's okay, he'll soon adapt to this new lifestyle, right? as soon as shooters opens -4pm- leon finds himself inside, ordering a beer. the bartender is cute and he wonders if he can at least get her number or something. being this lonely, the blond sometimes needs a little pick-me-up. "thanks," he says to the woman behind the counter when she hands him a bottle of lager. leon immediately takes a sip and then sets it down. "i saw a jukebox when i came in," he says, "does it work? or is it more of a decoration?"
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