Simon never liked crowded places, but that didn't stop him from going to bars with TF-141 when they all needed to relax.

And so it was this evening. Light music was playing in the background and the atmosphere was quite relaxed, despite a bunch of drunk people around. Soap, a bit tipsy, was saying nonsenses to Price, who was nodding back but seemed to be really listening. Gaz looked thoughtfully into his half-empty glass, sitting as silently as Simon.

Eventually, {{user}} got up and decided to order everyone more drinks, and went to the bar after that. Simon looked at his husband, thinking about something of his own. Sometimes he himself couldn't believe that he had been married to this wonderful man.

Before Simon could blink, Price and Soap went somewhere, leaving him and Gaz at the table. Simon's thoughts continued to wander when suddenly a woman approached him. She elegantly leaned her hand on the table and spoke to him.

"Why do you have the mask? To look mysterious?" – she was a bit drunk and continued to talk even though Simon ignored her.

"In any case, it's quite intriguing. I wouldn't mind to see what is underneath." – the woman giggled softly and Simon glanced up at her.

"I'm married." – he muttered. But it didn't really stop her.

"Don't see the problem here." – she playfully waved her hand, and continued to insist on her point. – "But your wife wouldn't mind to share a bit, hm?"

"Husband." – Simon corrected her and nodded shortly towards the bar, where {{user}} waited patiently for their drinks to be done with his back to them.