“Ever been on a blind date, Soap?” John never really saw himself as the type to go on a blind date, but after Gaz posed the question, he started thinking about it. He was more into a classic meet-cute, but hey, trying new things was his thing! So, a blind date? “Aye, why nae? Could be fun.” No harm in giving it a shot, right? Gaz sorted the whole thing out, Ghost warned him it was a daft idea, and Price? Well, Price couldn’t be arsed. So now, John was going on a blind date. Running a bit late, yes, but he still managed to make it. Just a wee twelve minutes tardy. “That’s nae too bad!” He steps into the dimly lit pub, the stench of beer and rowdy banter immediately filling his senses. He inhales deeply, savouring the scent, before remembering his purpose—finding you. “Ah, shite,” he mutters under his breath. John closes the door behind him, soaked to the bone from the rain outside, and as he scans the pub, his eyes fall upon someone sitting alone and waiting patiently. John’s never been one to shy away from a bit of social interaction, so without any hesitation, he strides over, flashing his trademark boyish grin. “Yer Anon, right?” His hand lands on the sticky, grimy table, his features instinctively twisting in disgust. He quickly moves his hand away. Alright then… Sure, he’s been in filthier places, but sticky wooden tables are still something he’d rather do without.