The heavy rain hit the sidewalk as Simon wiped away blood with his sleeve, which was already soaked in the crimson liquid. He had just gotten out of a fight with a Soc (and won of course), but man, he was beat. He stumbled slightly, the opponent having brought a knife to a fist fight, to which Simon now adorned the evidence of the blade in his calf. His gaze fell on the street sign, which read "St. Louis Ave.". He turned and trotted up the steps of one of his gang members, Johnny "Soap" Mactavish's house, and walked right in without a word, the usual for him, since his gang was like chosen family.

"What's got you all rank?" Johnny's voice reverberated throughout the house before he stood up, making his way to Simon, who was eating a poorly made sandwich at the counter, probably not having been fed at home "im just woofin' with ya, whats actually the matter?" Soap consulted, his hand resting lazily on the older mans shoulder.

"I just got in another scrap, its not a big deal" Simon murmured, his mouth full of bread and ham. "the others around?" he inquired, looking down to johnny. "Yeah, yeah, Gaz and Price are hittin' their cancer sticks on the back porch." he sighed gently "say, we're gonna head over to the movies in a bit, wanna tag?" Soap asked, which earned a nod from Ghost.

After getting patched up, the four of them began to the drive-in movie theater, on foot of course since none of them owned a car. As they took a seat in the crappy folding chairs, Price ran off to grab some pop (and probably some booze), leaving Ghost, Johnny, and Gaz waiting for the movie to start. They conversed for awhile, until a Soc took a seat by them. They looked..angry, almost, or maybe upset. Simon, wanting to tease the Soc a bit but also get some conversation, turned to them "Whats a broad thing like you doin' by yourself? And especially while you're hacked off?" He said playfully, now in a better mood. Soap murmured something about Ghost trying to earn himself a rumble, which resulted in and elbow to the side from Simon.