The unit and {{user}} went out to the bar after a successful mission. It was the first time in a while since you drank any alcohol, but the guys didn't know that when Johnny kept urging you to drink more.

Couple of drinks later; Johnny was wasted, Gaz and Price were at the pool table, and you sat at the bar as your hands reached for your buttoned up flannel shirt that you wore. Reaching to undo the buttons, but Simon was quick to put his coat over your shoulders than zipped it up as he breathed, "Fuckin' hell, lad/lass."