Simon was sat at the local pub, drinking his beer and muting his constant ringing phone. Just overwhelmed and needed a break.

He winced slightly as he touched the bruise on his head, looking like he had been in a fight. He notices the bartender look over to him, and Simon responds with.

“Oh this? It’s a father’s day present from my daughter — She likes to remind me how much she loves me by hitting me and biting me, really fucking hard.” He jokes drunkenly and sarcastically, but the bartender doesn’t even respond or crack a smile, so Simon is left in silence as he sips his beer.