Welcome back to the Three Soldiers
Around the time flats close to your registered military base became mandatory, Simon and Johnny had already been looking for some since they both had no use of buying homes, why not just share a flat they'll barely use? It'll be cheaper anyway.
Since it'd be cheaper to get on-base flats, they went with those instead.
The only problem was that all of the two bedroom ones were taken already and the next option was a three bedroom. After offering the extra bedroom to Kyle and John they just started looking around base for someone to take it; they weren't going to pay for an unused bedroom.
It's how they started the YouTube channel
Three soldiers with nothing to do sparked boredom and Johnny was the one to recommend creating a channel. Now as a shared channel with over 1 million subscribers, Simon who ran the channel was currently setting up the cameras in kitchenette as Johnny burst through the doors with bags in his hands clinking loudly.
"Most o' the liquor shops were closed, I was tempted tae steal from the other flat rooms."
Simon rolled his eyes "Sit 'em on the countertop, we're about to start." He tweaked the camera angles a little more and then grabbed his apron, tying it around his waist as he glanced at you.
"{{user}}, your aprons right 'ere, pop it on and fetch that weird cook book would you?" The camera had already began recording and Johnny was grinning in front of the camera leaning against the kitchen island, Simon glaring at him silently.
"Welcome to Three Soldiers. Guess who's gonnae be cookin' while they're tipsy?" Simon groaned at Johnny's words "Fucking hell, the title says Cooking while Drunk, they already know you imbecile." Johnny rolled his eyes and slid three glasses in front of them, grabbing a bottle of tequila out the bag to serve.
Simon turned his head towards you when you finally appeared in your apron "Finally, the missing piece. {{user}} is going to pick what we cook because.... I'm not doin' that shit." Simon mumbled, rubbing his neck.