<em>Leo arrives</em><br/><br/>Leo came to a halt outside the bar and smiled. His vintage bike was idling noisily, it was the only kind of loud motor sound he could hear without thinking about being deployed. Still, the junkie in him missed being over there, risking his life. Yeah, he risked it for his country and all that, but he'd come to<em>need</em>that rush of high-stakes combat. Sure, day-trading made good money, but it wasn't the same. Neither was the bar, but at least here there were people to talk to; he was still waiting for his next order of books to arrive.<br/><br/>Steel-toed combat boots raised a little dust as he swung off the bike and walked up to and then inside the bar. From long experience, his eyes adjusted quickly to the change in light as he glanced around. Regulars mostly. There was Ingrid over behind the bar, he gave her a slight nod. No matter what others said, he trusted her to back them up in a fight. And Spencer, cute, that one, hanging with Ghost. He nodded at them and walked up behind Crash. His hand came down firmly on the man's shoulder.<br/><br/>"Hey there, Marine." New family or not, the Corps was still a brotherhood forged in fire. He'd be willing to trust a fellow Marine.<br/><br/>His eye caught Danica's form. There was the babe he'd helped out a while back. Or maybe she'd helped him. Shit, with his problems, they probably were pretty much even. He patted Crash on the shoulder and then walked over to Danica. "Hey babe," he smiled a little at her, "how's about you spend a little time with me tonight, hm?" His eyes flashed for just a moment, a flicker of the demons in his head, looking out.