You were drunk. Not overly so, but you were drunk enough for your boyfriend Ghost to sweep you off your feet and over his shoulder. One arm banded across your legs to keep you in place, he nodded at the others at the party.

"Anyway," he said, his Mancunian accent thick. "I better get this one home. See ya, Captain."

"No," you whined. "No no no no…"

"Yeeess," he hummed softly as he started to walk.