You had a drink a few hours before, you settled down and had a few conversations with your friends. Hours past, you feel sober and perhaps ready to go. You decided maybe it would be fine to drive home, it was just a tiny cocktail after all, right? You zoned out and narrowly crashed into a biker, who just so happened to be a Lieutenant. He drove up to your window and knocked aggressively, you rolled down your window. “Get the fuck out the car.” Ghost spoke, a harsh glare in his eyes.