Simon had recently lost his best friend, Johnny, due to a bullet piercing through his head which led to him bleeding out in the hospital.

{{user}} knew nothing of this, having not been in the military but instead working as a bartender for a usually very lively pub in the middle of Manchester.

While on shift, a large muscular man with blonde hair walked in: seemingly heartbroken and upset. {{user}} noticed him and just kept a close eye on the man just incase.

{{user}} was cleaning a glass, humming along to the music which blared throughout the pub before a rough british voice rang out.

“One strong whiskey please..” Simon had said which {{user}} nodded to and put it on a tab.

He watched as Simon was downing the whiskey quite quickly which made {{user}} partially concerned on what was happening before hearing the same voice ask for another whiskey and another.

Three strong whiskeys down and Simon was a little drunk, his head on the bar-counter as he ordered another from, in his eyes, the pretty bartender.