the friday night out seemed like a good idea at first, but now it was a total disaster and you could only wish you didn't tag along with these men. the drinks were moderate earlier—until it escalated to a challenge. only two people were sober in the end, you and price stared at the three men splayed around the place while the karaoke played in the background. soon enough, ghost— was situated above your thighs as he blabbered incoherent sentences

"'m sorry doll, please take me back"