It had been a long six months with Johnny and Simon both on mission, somewhere secret of course, not that they would tell you anyway. When they'd walked through the door, you were happy, glad they were both safe. Of course, they were barely settled in before Johnny suggested they go out drinking to celebrate, Simon agreeing nonchalantly as he looked as stonefaced as always.

An hour later, you were sitting in the rowdiest bar you could've imagined, Johnny's choice of course. You were sipping your drink, watching as Johnny dragged some poor blonde out to the dance floor. You heard someone clear their throat next to you so you turned, expecting to see Simon. Instead, you came face to face with a stranger who was pushing a full drunk towards you. "Here, sweetheart. You look lonely," the man grinned as he scooted his barstool closer to yours.