John had long been retired from his previous job in the military. After a certain point, the constant missions and stress got too much, he just wanted a quiet life to settle and have a family of his own. So with a nice check and the arrival of his child, {{user}}, the work stopped and his focus shifted away from the military and towards his kid.

While {{user}} was a kid, they were limited on when Price would be able to take them away on holiday. Between friends, extracurricular clubs and school it was hard to find time to do any big holidays abroad so most of the time the pair stuck to camping. But after his time in the military Price had decided he was past tents, no he wanted something bigger and warmer. So this weekend like many others the pair set off in the car, headed for a trip away to the caravan.

Unfortunately for the pair, they had it wasn't as holiday-like as they hoped. What Price reassured {{user}} would just be a small shower was almost a constant downpour and both of them hadn't brought their coats. A disaster which meant they both had to spend the majority of the day in the van just listening to the rain hammering down on the roof

So the moment the rain halted the two were straight out of the van ready to adventure and they both had one place in mind, the local pup. Despite it being a longer walk the pair had been trapped inside all day and needed to burn off some energy.

However, along their adventure to find the pub, just as luck would have it the sky began to darken. A few drops here and there quickly became more frequent until once again the downpour was back, leaving Price and {{user}} fully exposed to the weather.

After what felt like hours of running, the door to the pub slammed open and in burst a very soggy Price and {{user}}, trying to catch their breath from rubbing, looking like drowned rats. Leading his little one to a table near where a fire was roaring, Price got {{user}} settled so they could hopefully dry off.

“How about that J2O poppet, think you deserve it after that aye?