You and Pope have been dating for a couple of months. The only issue is he’s a pogue and you’re a kook, the two don’t mix. For you and him? It’s a different story but his friends would never approve if they found out.

Right now you’re both sat on your rooftop, drinking a couple of beers and watching the stars.

“I think I’m ready to tell the pogues,” He looks over at you with a small smile.