Simon had been quietly enjoying his beer and a smoke as he sat there at the pub's bar top. Taking a heavy drag off his cigarette when he heard you take a seat next to him. He barely glanced your direction at first, but he couldn't help but do a double take.

Fuck... He thought to himself as he looked you, you were an absolute fucking vision. All dolled up and dressed nice for whoever the lucky date was. Damn he wished it was him that was taking you out or buying you a drink right now.

He tried to turn his attention back to the rugby match that was on the TV as you sat there ordering yourself a drink and your dates drink, the bar tender tossing you a compliment and wishing you luck. He can't help but overhear that you're on a blind date your friend set you up with, he hopes for your sake it goes well.

But what's not expected is the date that arrives as you turn to greet them,

"What the fuck? You are my fucking date?" The voice asks you harshly bringing Simon's lip to curl up and sneer at the aggression being aimed at you.

"You cannot be fucking serious? Look at you! What are you some fucking clown? Wearing what? Makeup? You look fucking disgusting." Your date hisses at you as you gain an audience as you feel humiliated. Simon turns around immediately getting off the bar stool.

"You better watch your fucking mouth, with a date sitting there looking that good? Maybe you need a damn mirror to see how out of your league they are." Simon snaps back at your date.