Warning: I do not own Leon, Sora, Jamaica, or the hotel Leon stays at.
A/N: Sorry this is so late. I had school trips and went to Jamaica. Leon is actually staying at the hotel I stayed at. The tip thing happened with my dad. The whole time he was like, "PISS. OFF.", and I just kept cracking up. Jamaica was fun so I decided to write a story based off of my experience and the history of the island C:
BTW, Sora is french.
"I hate people."
It was as simple as that. Leon really did just hate people. However, he especially hated people who had a blatant disregard for laws and put him in potential danger without even apologizing after wards. I mean really, who doesn't know that there's no alcohol allowed on a plane? They were obviously lying about it. The flight attendants even announced it over the intercom, you're not allowed to bring your own alcohol on the plane, you have to buy it from the plane's supply. They were also the noisiest people he had ever heard. They were shouting loud enough for the whole plane to hear- not like they wanted to. They kept shouting about the most idiotic things while watching some stupid kids movie. What was it called again? Ron... Ranbo... Ranno... Rango! That was it! Leon didn't personally have a thing against movies for kids, in fact he even enjoyed some of them. He just didn't like it when two drunk idiots kept yelling out comments about them for 2 hours. Not fun.
As soon as Leon got out of the plane he ran away from the couple, running towards the desk where they would stamp his passport and officially declare him an immigrant- a legal immigrant. Yay. In all honesty, he didn't really even want to be there. However, his idiotic boss decided he needed a break and said he would fire him if he didn't take one. So here Leon was, on the hot tropical island of Jamaica. Once again.. Yay.
GOD. As soon as Leon was out of the small airport, a local in front of him carrying his luggage to the bus that would transport him to his resort, he was blasted with heat. Leon groaned and cursed his choice of attire today- his leather pants and white muscle shirt not being the best choice for a tropical island. Leon knew it was going to be hot- he wasn't completely stupid- but it was cold where he lived right now and it was cold on the plane too, so his clothing choice was sensible for the most part, just not right now. One thing was for sure though, as soon as he got to the resort, he was going to change into something more comfortable and that would breathe easily. As much as the brunet despised shorts, he knew he was going to have to wear them, his wardrobe consisting mostly of shorts and t-shirts, his beloved leather pants not the most reasonable of choices
Leon followed the man - the annoying man who wouldn't stop chattering on- to a large tour bus- not unlike the ones back home-and let the man put his bags into the compartment on the side of the bus. The man turned back to him and stood there, outstretching his hand palm-up, obviously waiting for something. Leon just cocked his eyebrow and stared at the man blankly, his stormy eyes expressionless and his thin lips pulled tight. He was tired and he just wanted to relax in a nice air-conditioned room, he was already starting to sweat, his shirt sticking to his muscles and beads of sweat making their way down the sides of his face.
Leon waited a few moments before the awkward tension became too much for him and he had to say something.
"...Yes?" The scruffy brunet growled out, not in the mood for any stupid games. He didn't care if this was Jamaica he was unhappy and nobody could change that.
"Your tip, sir." The man had a smile on his face, his hand still outstretched and waiting.
"My what?" Leon asked, his tone not changing any his eyes only narrowing a little in annoyance.
"Your tip, sir. In Jamaica you give tips to anyone who helps you out with anything." The man explained slowly, obviously used to people not knowing what to do. The smile was still plastered to his face, the blatant fakeness making Leon's eyes narrow even further. Leon reached into his pocket as he continued to stare at the man and pulled out two dollars, slamming them down into the man's out-stretched hand and smirking to himself when the man cringed away from the harsh touch.
"Here. Good. Day." Leon turned and stomped onto the bus, plopping down in his seat and resting his head on the window. The brunet watched all of the people pile onto his bus and the other buses, not one person without some sort of drink in their hand. Ah, what Leon would give for a nice, cold beer right then. Maybe he should have bought one when he was inside the airport. Oh well, he had been in a rush and if he waited until he got to the hotel, all his food and drinks would be free. The brunet would also have a room to his-self and his own t.v., and possibly a room with a nice view of the ocean.
"Here." Three dollars were placed in the hand of the man, the man who tipped is hat and left the room. Leon could have carried his bags up by himself, however it was too fuckin' hot for that. As soon as the man left, the brunet changed his clothing (now a loose fitting white shirt and shorts) and rushed down off the third floor to the pool area.
As soon as you walked out of the little archway leading to the elevator for that section of rooms, you were in the pool area. There was a giant pool-it was so big that it had two bridges so you could just walk across the pool instead of all the way around- and had a waterfall flowing into it. You could see the lobby and the cafeteria from the pool and there was a hut titled the "Barefoot Bar" over by the walkway into the other areas of the hotel. To Leon's right was the ocean, just down a few steps from the pool, with white sand and clear blue water. There were dark spots in the clear water- algae or seaweed most likely- but that did not deter from the water's beauty, in fact, the brunet thought that the dark spots added to the beauty. There was a little island, not even a mile from the shore, with blue chairs lining the end of the beach and lush palms trees swaying in the breeze. Leon made his way over to the bar, 'cause damn, was he ready for a drink.
The brunet could feel a vein twitching on the side of his head by the time he got over to the bar. God, he hated women. They were shameless flirts, running around in skimpy bikinis and asking whoever looks relatively good out on dates, some just bluntly telling you that they want to have sex and that's all. Some men did the same thing but it was alright because they had dicks and not lumps of fat stuck to the front of their chests.
Leon grew more and more curious as he neared the bar, there were woman and men surrounding one side of the counter, obviously not there for the drinks. The brunet approached the counter and pushed through the crowd of people to the front, he was damn well ready for a drink. The side that met him made his eyes open wide and all his blood go rushing south faster than it had done any time before.
There was a young man- early twenties, late teens- with spiky, but still some how incredibly soft looking, cinnamon colored hair with streaks of gold and honey highlights. He had a tan, round face with plump, kissable lips and the biggest, deepest blue eyes that Leon had ever seen. Leon could have sworn that as soon as their eyes locked, he would be entranced forever, those eyes the color of the clear sky above Leon's head. The scruffy brunette's eyes traveled downward, over the tight shirt that was stretched over the obviously toned stomach and to the muscled arms that were whipping glasses out and clean them while filling them up with various types of alcoholic drinks.
The boy turned around to grab a bottle of wine from under the sink and Leon's eyes immediately attached to his perfectly round ass that was clad in tight, ripped jeans. The boy turned around again and Leon tore his eyes from the man's front when he heard an angelic voice seemingly speaking to him. He looked up to see those plump lips moving and he barely registered the voice that sent chills up his spine and made his eyelids flutter, his cock instantly hardening.
"'Ello sir, vat may I 'elp you vith?"
Oh GOD.
