"You're gonna owe me for this.."

Gaz is a good friend, he's playing along with your dumb plan. He whispers into your ear, his hand on your waist, a little too close to be considered friendly. It's petty and stupid; you know it.

But it's working.

Ghost is fuming with anger, his gaze burning like fire. If looks could kill, Gaz would be toast. He's annoyed, frustrated, angry.

"Huh, that's my cue to leave." Gaz chuckles nervously when he sees Ghost walk towards you two. "Good luck, {{user}}"