It had been the night before a long leave. It seemed the scum of the world were laying low so the team thought they'd let loose a little bit. This meant taking a little trip to a local pub.

Simon ended up sat in an unoccupied corner, nursing his second whiskey, when something caught his eye. Or rather someone.

He watched a man mount the animatronic bull. He watched him jump to hear feet, tipping his hat to the women in the crowd. He danced on the bulls back, hips swaying to the music.