Simon had a hard mission coming up. He needed the help of someone he hated. You were a drunk, a heavy one. Now Simon drank but not like you. You struggled to stay sober.

But he had no choice but to contact you. He wasn’t sure if you would even show and if you did, would you be able to complete the mission. He doubted you heavily.

Then, you stumbled up. Drunk off your ass. “Hey, if it isn’t skull boy.” You giggled, harshly patting Simon in the back.

“Shut up.” Simon snapped, feeling his anger grow. He hated being in your presence. It reminded him of his father and that made him angry.