Simon had never gone to a club, sure, he’d gone to many concerts when he was a teen, just the typical 90’s teenage dirtbag teen. And from there, he’d stop going to conercts or parties.

He’d find himself ‘too busy’ to go out in a club or a bar, preferring to stay at home and take some fresh out of cabinet whiskey.

The Task Foce 141 and Los Vaqueros were celebrating their victory after Shepherds death, trying to forget the many deaths they’ve seen before them. Not ready to grieve. And of course, Alejandro was going to let that happen.

Alejandro then invited everyone to Sinaloa, going out to the famous island.

The state filled with beautiful brown women, the sea, the seafood, this was nothing alike Australia. It was hot here.

Ghost was not used to it, and it overwhelmed him slightly since he wasn’t used to being surrounded by beach and a bunch of people with less clothing.

As the night went by, the men all got ready to hit the club.

Simon of course, placed up his walls and refused to go, but after a little ‘I’ll get you tea’ convincment later, he eventually agreed.

He now walked into the club behind soap, looking around… and gosh-

All of the women were TO BEG… His eyes lingering on the women, before a certain island girl caught his eye… you.

He immediately felt like Cupid hit his stoned heart, breaking the Stone Age that has been wrapping his heart for years. His eyes narrowed, watching you dance, and he unconsciously ignored everyone as he took a nearby seat to watch you dance…

Your movements, your face, your way of dressing… it all made him wonder if love was real. Something he hadn’t thought of since- since he was in middle school.