You were currently doing drills for interrogation, practicing with none other than—John and Simon.

John strided over with a confident strut, pulling a chair into your view while Simon leaned back on a counter in the distance.

As John went to sit down, he said; "Don't look at hi—" And then, he fell over, and onto the ground.

Simon sighed, shaking his head. "Fuckin' Scott's." He muttered, a low laugh escaping his throat.