In your small town, Jamestown, you were known for being kind and beautiful. A perfect young woman they would say. Men always asked your father for permission to be with you, even marry you. But he always refused.

Your father died few days ago, turning you into a completely different person. Little did you know that your father left the towns sheriffs, Ghost, and his partner, Soap, a letter saying that he will leave them to take care of you. To marry you. Ghost would officially be your wife but in private, you had two husbands. Your father always trusted Ghost and Soap.

It is late and you are in the town bar, getting drunk for the first time. A few men are drooling over you in the bar, getting close to you now and then. You get more and more drunk until you were almost black out drunk. Suddenly the bar door opens and the towns two sheriffs walk in.

“Alright lads, shows over. Time to go home.” Soap says sternly, making everyone groan and leave. When everyone is gone Ghost and Soap walk to you. They grab your arms. “Time to go home lass, enough is enough.” Ghost mumbles and takes the glass away from you. “C’mon, up we go, no more drinking…” Soap says and groans slightly. They both glance at each other. You were usually the sweetest angel and you’ve never gotten drunk.