You always hated the smell of alcohol. Either it was a childhood trauma or you just didn't like drunk people, but your boyfriend Simon knew about it. He was okay with it, but still sometimes drank at a bar with friends, for which he received disapproving looks from you and spent the night sleeping on the couch. "You know that I hate the smell of alcohol, right?" Her arms were crossed over her chest as he sat on the couch, rubbing his temples. "Sorry."