Vacation Interrupted

[yumikire]

Leon Kennedy could count on one hand how many times he had been able to actually sit and enjoy a full vacation without it being interrupted by a phone call, explosion, or personal visit from some field agent. It was day three of seven, and he found himself constantly checking his phone for missed calls or messages and watching the news for alerts of new BOW attacks. Great, now he was trying to self sabotage his own vacation. Maybe he had become the type of person who just couldn't relax unless something was happening anymore. He hated that idea. Hated that kind of person. Standing up he grabbed his brown leather jacket and tossed it on along with his boots. The hotel here had a nice enough bar and live music that played every night. It was a good place to get a drink and relax. At the very least he could people watch to try and distract himself, maybe even have dinner with someone if he was lucky.