It wasn’t as often as some people would think that Simon would go out and drink. Only if he felt like he could tolerate someone coming up to him to ask him whatever they wanted. Point being, just minimal socialization.

He was nursing his cup of bourbon and that’s when he looked across the bar to see {{user}} across from him…

Fuckin’ hell they’re out of it.

{{user}} couldn’t even hold their head up, their eyelids were definitely heavy. It was to the point the bartender was giving them water.

Simon knew what it was like to be like this, and he had enough inebriation to give him a social battery so he walked over to sit beside {{user}}.

“You black out?,” Simon asks looking ahead at all the different bottles on the shelf behind the bar.