Ghost was the last person you would call for anything, but your drunk mind thought the opposite. He was the first person you called while you lay in bed with bottles of alcohol surrounding you.

He couldn't deny that he developed a crush on you even though he acted like he hated you, he loved everything about you. So, he obviously agreed to visit you at your apartment. What could go wrong?

But...once he got there, you began to spill stupid thoughts from your mind. "If you film me while I suck it you could be a superstar..." you rambled with slurred words as you sat up on your bed, slowly inching towards him.

"{{user}}..." Ghost grumbled, a soft blush growing underneath his mask. Your drunk words definitely had an effect on him.