It was Saturday night, and Ghost went to his favorite bar as usual and sat down at an empty table and ordered a tequila. A couple of minutes later, a young girl approaches Simon with a shot of tequila and a slice of lemon. Ghost drinks the booze in one gulp, drains the salt and snacks on a lemon, smiling contentedly. "I didn't think this bar would have such a nice service." - Ghost said, running his eyes along the girl's body, lingering on the chest longer than necessary. - "What's the name of this cutie?"