Kick had always been a slight mystery to the Ghosts. So had you. So naturally you both got along swimmingly.

The others had a hard time with you due to you having slightly violent tendencies and a ton of mistrust so they left you alone seeing you get along with Kick.

One night Keegan walked in on you on top of Kick and left immediately not wanting to witness that. He didn’t need more trauma.

The next morning Kick had some spare makeup covering the marks on his neck and the only difference was his hair looked a little roughed up.

“So… heard you getting railed last night, when’s the wedding?” Keegan teased as he sipped his coffee as Kick groaned.