Josh downed the shot at the same time. He grimaced as the liquid slid down his throat. Damn, he must be getting weak. Back in the army he could down half a bottle for breakfast.

[b]"Damn that stuff is stronger than I remember.” [/b]Grabbing the bottle he refilled the two glasses. 
[b]“As my father would have said. ‘Vodka will put hair on your chest’” [/b]
He had always wondered if he could ever have a normal life. If he could go to work Monday to Friday. Home by six everyday. There wouldn’t be a single day he wouldn’t see his family. He could tuck his kids into bed and kiss them good night. He would fall asleep at his wife’s side every night. But could he go into an office for nine hours a day to sit in front of a computer and take orders from an arsehole. He knew exactly what Alix’s boss is like, and quite honestly Josh knew he wouldn’t last.

[b]“Okay lets not talk about anything serious,”[/b] he said as he got to his feet and drank the last of his vodka. Grabbing his phone he selected a music playlist from their Cambridge days. As the slow tunes came through the bluetooth speakers, he grabbed his wife’s hands and pulled her up. 
[b]“Mrs White”[/b], Joshua said in a posh English accent. [b]“Can I have the pleasure in taking you for a twirl around this grand lounge.”[/b]