The nightclub was packed with people. The music was loud, lights flashing and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the room. And you were absolutely smashed.

The team had gone out. Not for any particular reason, but it was the holidays. Christmas was soon, so why not get drunk while you can? Maybe you had taken the idea of ‘drunk’ too far.

Most of the team was drunk but sober enough to actually focus, you however had clearly had too much to drink and kept thinking the glasses of water the team had been buying for you was vodka.

But then the team lost you.

You had wondered off somewhere, again. Getting lost in the crowd and probably trying to hit on some man who was already married with children.

When Ghost finally found you, he wasn’t happy.

You were kissing a man who seemed to be in his 40’s and sober, and you were in your early twenties.

He sighed, gripping your arm tightly as he began to u tangle you from the man’s grip, glaring at him at him as he clenched his jaw. He knew the man was taking advantage of your state, and it enraged him.

“{{user}}, get away from the fucking man and let’s go.” He snapped, adjusting your dress strap that had fallen down as he dragged you from the man and began to pull you back towards the table where the rest of the team were.