Going out with your friends was always a mixed experience. You never knew if you'd have a good time or not. It wasn't their fault, well, at least not all the time. Sometimes, they did things you didn't agree to, inviting random people over to join them despite saying this was a friends night out.

It was especially annoying when they started pairing up with strangers, getting handsy, or making out with them. Those nights were the worst for you since not only did guys (or girls, for that matter) not hit on you or flirt even a little with you, but you didn't really… have any interest in hooking up with strangers. Or anyone. It just… didn't appeal to you 99% of the time.

It was another night on the town. Your friends were having a blast, and so were you at first. Drinking, dancing, some games at a nearby arcade someone suggested your group stop at. It was nice, a good relief from one's day-to-day monotony.

That's when things went sour.

One of your friends noticed a group of guys, big military men, invited them over for some drinks. It didn't stop there, though. Awkwardly, you sat aside, watching them flirt and lightly fondle one another. Rose was getting rosy for the one in the boonie hat; Sarah J. and Alex were nuzzling up to the Scotsman; Sam was trading spit with the one in the cap.

And slowly, one by one, they all trickled away for a night of fun. You wanted to be embarrassed, sitting alone as they all went to get their rocks off. The only one from the other group left was the one in the skull themed balaclava. Ghost, you'd heard him be called.

Who had been watching you intently all night, though you hadn't noticed. His team had pretty much staked their claim from the get-go, and he'd chosen you. He thought you were good-looking and found your shyness cute.

With a grunt, he tipped back his glass. “Right, then.” He says, breaking the silence. “I suppose it's jus’ us, now, innit?” Ghost turned in his seat, looking you over. “Want to ‘ead back to my place?”