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Independence Day had been one of Leon's favourite holidays. Being away from home for so long had elevated it quite a few notches, so that if he was asked now what his favourite holiday was, he wouldn't even need to think about it before he said "the Fourth of July." Every year, he took the day off (and the next day, because he usually either had a killer hangover, or was still drunk by the next day), and it was never any problem because he usually jumped at working Christmas and other family holidays that most of the force wanted it.
This Independence Day (or week, or however long the decorations intended to be up for) had been somewhat dampened already.
He had spent the last two Independence Days before he left America with D (well, the day part, at least. The nights he tended to spend with a good-looking girl in a pub), and this year wasn't going to be any different. Well, it would in the sense that he wasn't looking forward to spending the night in a pub or a bed with a hot broad, and he was kind of pissed off. But he was still going to be with D none-the-less.
"That fucking Crowley," Leon snarled, throwing open the doors to the candy shop a little more forcefully than was necessary. "He's a goddamned asshole, how the hell is he related to Antoinette? Fucking rich bastard."
It was really no different than most of Leon's visits.
This Independence Day (or week, or however long the decorations intended to be up for) had been somewhat dampened already.
He had spent the last two Independence Days before he left America with D (well, the day part, at least. The nights he tended to spend with a good-looking girl in a pub), and this year wasn't going to be any different. Well, it would in the sense that he wasn't looking forward to spending the night in a pub or a bed with a hot broad, and he was kind of pissed off. But he was still going to be with D none-the-less.
"That fucking Crowley," Leon snarled, throwing open the doors to the candy shop a little more forcefully than was necessary. "He's a goddamned asshole, how the hell is he related to Antoinette? Fucking rich bastard."
It was really no different than most of Leon's visits.