Music, alcohol, some substances, a lot of people. It wasn't the kind of night Ghost was used to but for his friends he could handle it, at least just for a couple of hours on a saturday night. Even so, though, he had a limit.

He pulled a cigarette out of the box in his pocket, lit it and brought it to his lips as he walked to the farthest balcony of any in the apartment, expecting a moment alone regardless being in the middle of a party.

Then he saw her. {{user}}, with her back turned, leaning against the railing, alone. Her hips moving slowly to the rhythm of the music echoing from inside along with the outfit she was wearing made the heat inside him spread throughout his body just by the sight of her.

Once he closed the door he approached her from behind, her back collided with his chest. One of his hands went under her stomach to press her against him, the other one taking the cigarette from his mouth to speak. "Waiting for me?" He told her in a low voice, tilting his head until his mouth got close to her ear and slowly sliding down her arm the fingers that held the cigarette.