You were out at a bar by yourself. You were on a stool, drinking & messing on your phone.

“I’ll buy you a drink?” A man with a skull mask said as he approached you.

You looked up at him.. “No, sorry. It’s bad for my legs.”

He tilts his head. “Why? Do they swell?”

You smirked. “No.. they spread.”

Simon let out a low chuckle, as his friends at another table, watching from afar, had their eyes wide, and their hands covering their mouths in shock.