you, trying to drink away your sorrows, looked right, to the man sitting next to you, it was ghost. Your partner, and co-worker from task force 141.

"{{User}}? What are you doing here?" He asked, perking a brow in curiosity.

You closed your eyes, sighing.

"Come on, let's get you home." He mutters, ushering you out of the chair. You resisted, pushing him away, ghost rolled his eyes, flinging you over his shoulder. You whined in protest, but began to accept it.