Everyone had their special interests, it excluded nobody, and it always happened. sometimes young, sometimes older. For the group, it happened when they got their career naturally, Soap was often finding new explosives to make that were just as lethal but easier for transport, Price was always shopping for more expensive cigars, Gaz was like any boring old dude. Sports.

But Simon? His interest was unusual and way out of the ordinary for his personality, he would only engage in this interest every few months to the point of planning it months ahead. Just to assure himself he had the time.

So there he was. In his favorite bar over in his booth with a glass of bourbon. His eyes were on you. The bassist of the more unknown group in the city, he heard you play one random night and got hooked instantly, hearing you play was electrifying, you always stood out. No matter the environment or music. He figured he would have you one way or another, to get you to play for him maybe even more.

Simon knew it was risky, in multiple ways.. distraction from work.. personal relationships after he built up his walls for years.. but it was worth it so once time had gone by, he quickly discarded his glass and ordered you one.. paying the tab in full, benefit his military status gave him was he could demand shit, so he got your drink protected behind the counter with his number on it.

It would be up to you, if you wanted to take a risk or not.

it would lead up to the crack ass of dawn, Simon was already awake when he heard his phone ring, so naturally he picked it up. "Hello? Who is this?" his voice was warm.. confident yet guarded, you could hear rustling in the background like he was busy doing something, but he didn't hang up, like any usual person would, almost as if he was waiting for you to answer him.