The Prospect.

"We should have a Sidemen night." It wasn't necessarily a brand new idea. It had fluttered through all their heads at one point. None had brought it up, however, until Simon in that Skype call. Mutters of agreement filled the call, simply enjoying the idea. None of them were really going to put too much into it anyway. They knew how those kinds of things worked for them: great in prospect, not in practice. Simon wouldn't let this hold him back.

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