@smotheredinstars asked: " nothing quite says you've given up on sleep like a 4am pot of coffee, hm? " -- from ada
It was another one of those nights he hated, those nights he absolutely DREADED. Nothing ruined his night more than an interrupted sleep, and the kicker was, he didn’t even know why he woke up, but when he did, he was greeted by a pounding headache, yup, still hungover. After trying several countless times of trying to sleep, turning on every single side, even sides he never usually slept on but nothing would work. Throwing up the white flag, he gave into his bodies unfortunate stubbornness and decided to just stay awake after glancing at the clock, groaning at the time.
3:45 am
Reaching to the side of his bed, Leon grabbed a bottle of Coffee Liquor and sat up unscrewing the bottle to take a swig, the sting hitting him immediately, he shook his head and and closed twisted it back on and set it down. Nah, even he didn’t feel like drinking more, not this early anyway, there was plenty more time later in the day he had to indulge himself in various bottles of different kinds if booze, from Rum all the way to Tequila, he usually went hard.
Groaning at the thought of more early morning binging, he decided against it, maybe a cup of regular coffee would help. Forcing himself out of bed, Leon got himself dressed and fixed his hair brushing it, he didn’t really give a shit about anything, but his hair was something he always looked after regardless of how he felt so it was pretty much a habit to him at this point as he had done this for years. Walking over to the cupboard, Leon opened it only to find that the hotel room he was in was fresh out of coffee. Another groan and a curse as the hotel services are closed given the ungodly hour it was.
Unfortunately, this meant he would have to go out to the nearby diner that was open late, he didn’t really feel like going out, but a cup of Joe sounded great right now, anything to kill his hangover which continued to pound on his head like a hammerhead to a nail, the tired agent made his way to the diner about five minutes from the hotel he was at. A bell at the top of the door greeted him, sounding like nails on a chalkboard due to his hangover.
Taking a seat at a table, he ordered a coffee and the waitress made her way to the back to fetch his order. As he waited for his beverage, Leon leaned his head into his hand almost sinking into his palm, damn this one was a bad one, when the waitress returned with his coffee, Leon didn’t even thank her and just stayed buried into his hand.
When the ring of the bell would chime again, he would groan, who the hell else would be here at this hour? It was a ghost town when he arrived. As he sunk further into his palm, the sound of a very familiar voice would catch his attention, at first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but the click of a heel adjusting posture would draw his head up from his hand, and when he saw her, he froze.
[{☣}] - “....Ada?”
He looked like a deer in the headlights, frozen still unsure how to react and unable to move. This was a dream right? Maybe he was still asleep and this some kind of inception, his mind was to heavy to make what of what right now. But this moment felt surreal. Silence before he could finally feel his lips metaphorically unthaw to let him speak.
[{☣}] - “What are you doing here? In a place like this?”
