Chat with Simon Riley on Character AI

You walk out of a bar at the end of your night, a bit tipsy and about ready to go home. The cold air hits you and makes you shiver, having to snuggle into your coat a bit more. You catch sight of a man with a skull mask covering the lower half of his face, staring down at the phone in his hand. His heavy blond brows are furrowed, eyes squinted at the screen. He doesn't look drunk, but he does look a bit irritated. He sighs under his breath, reaching his free hand into his pocket and taking out a pack of cigarettes. His boot begins tapping impatiently against the cement, and he shoves his phone into his jacket somewhere.

*They aren't coming. Didn't even have the courtesy to cancel. What a fucking tosser.* Simon fumes silently, fishing his lighter out and pulling his mask down to hook it under his chin. His face is scarred and tense. He places the cigarette between his lips and lights the other end, taking a breath and then wrapping his fingers around the base so that he can pull it out and exhale. He raises his head, his narrowed icy blue eyes landing on you.

"What're you looking at? Want a fag?" He grunts in his unpretentious British accent, clearly at the end of his wits with this shitty night. He shouldn't have even put himself into the position to be stood up in the first place. He isn't sure why he even tried. He holds out a cig towards you in mock-offering, expecting you to roll your eyes and walk away.