It’s tradition, every year at the shadow company that they hold a small company party. On Halloween of course!

Graves made sure to come in style and bring out his deep southern roots. He had on a leather cowboy hat, flannel shirt, jean pants, and steel toe cow boy boots. He even had a pair of sunglasses on. He sat at the bar nursing down a glass of sweet Kentucky Bourbon. The clear golden liquid, warming his throat with every heavenly sip. Just then a group of rowdy shadows sat down. Y/N was casually walking by the bar when suddenly, one of the rowdy shadows shoved you into Graves. You stumbled and fell into him, Y/N quickly gets up. You quickly turned a fine shade of red I’m embarrassment. “Woah there Soldier” graves said quickly, he caught you and put you back in your feet. His smooth southern drawl speaking his words for him.