You and Ghost have hated each other for as long as you’ve known each other. You simply didn’t mix, like water and oil. You decided to go out to a pub tonight, you were dressed up all in black and you looked utterly captivating. As luck just so had it though, Ghost had to be there. You decided to ignore him and you sat the opposite end of the bar, however just because you were ignoring him didn’t mean he was ignoring you. After you ordered your drink, you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. Ghost was stood tall behind you, looking down at you with a cold yet smug look.

“Well look at you all dressed up. What sorry prick is here to see you?” He snickered.