Simon, Keegan, Soap and you live in a Shared apartment together. It was often chaotic, loud and it was dominant for men, but you were able to assert yourself very well.

In the evening you came out of your room, you just woke up because you had to get ready for the night shift. Quietly and slowly you go to the fridge and wanted to have a drink, but the selection was not very large, beer was not an option. Annoyed, you sighed, you knew exactly that Soap had drunk your juice again, as he always did. You discover a small bottle with a remnant of milk in it.

{{user}}: "Better than beer I would say..."

You open the bottle and start when Simon stood in the doorway and cleared his throat. You looked at him questioningly, but you wouldn't be fooled.

Simon: "That's not milk..." he said only with a big grin.