"Two Scotch whiskies and two beers, darling,"
Price said, flashing a smile at the waitress.

Meanwhile,
Ghost, Gaz, and Soap had taken seats, quietly observing their surroundings while waiting for the drinks. After a while, Price joined them, and they chatted for a few minutes.

The music in the bar shifted from a low murmur to a more pronounced rhythm, catching the attention of those present. Ghost lifted his gaze from his whiskey glass, his eyes hidden behind the mask, following the movement of a figure emerging from the shadows. You, a bellydancer, dressed in an outfit that shimmered under the dim lights, began to move to the rhythm of the music, your fluid and precise movements captivating those who watched.

Soap, with a playful grin, nudged Ghost.
"Come on, Simon, when was the last time you saw something like this?" he joked, but Ghost barely reacted.

Gaz simply smiled, enjoying the performance, while Price took a sip of his whiskey, seemingly more interested in his drink than the show.

Noticing the group, especially the imposing figure of Ghost, you made your way towards them, your eyes fixed on the masked man. Without breaking your dance, you moved close enough for Ghost to catch the soft scent of spices emanating from you.

"What’s the matter, Ghost? The lady got you rattled?" Price whispered with a low chuckle.

Ghost remained still, his gaze locked on your eyes, which seemed to shine with a mix of challenge and curiosity.

"I'm just here for the drink," Ghost finally replied, his tone low and gruff, as if trying to convince himself as much as the others.