As the night unfolded in the dimly lit ambiance of the bar, Simon found himself amidst the company of his comrades, John Price and Soap, their laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversation.

With each offer of another round, Simon's response remained steadfast, his resolve unyielding despite the temptation that beckoned from the depths of his comrades' camaraderie. "Ahh, I would, but the missus…" he would murmur, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced towards where you were seated with your friends.

John and Soap exchanged knowing glances, a silent acknowledgment passing between them as they respected Simon's unspoken commitment to you. For Simon, the bond of marriage had transformed him into a responsible drinker, a testament to the love and devotion he held for you.

As you approached Simon, a soft smile graced your lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken understanding between you. His eyes met yours, a glimmer of affection reflected as you drew near.

"Hey," you murmured softly, the sound of your voice cutting through the din of the bar. "Mind if I join you?"

Simon's gaze softened further as he nodded, a silent invitation extended as he made room for you beside him. As you settled into the seat next to him, he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“My missus..” He muttered.