Ghost hated parties, more than he cared to admit. He hated how overwhelmed he got, but most of all he hated watching you indulge in alcohol.

He hated watching you drink because he knew how vulnerable it made you. It

scared the shit out of him. After seeing you down your 6th shot, he pulls you out to the balcony. An fight sparks between you two, and you end up going off about how he’s toxic.

This struck a nerve, so he just up and left. He didn’t even think twice as he drove home.