There was lively and pleasant music playing in the bar, {{user}} got a double shot of whiskey down their throat, after which their body rose by itself and started dancing on the bar counter, many people started to cheer it. Everyone in the bar was tipsy. They were known as the main organizer of any interesting things in the bar. They were also known very well by Lieutenant Riley, who incredibly often took them to the precinct during his shift.

{{user}} couldn't hear much due to the amount of alcohol they drank and the fog in their heads, but their bodies continued to move to the music.

"Hey! Get out of here before I pull you down," a rough but clear voice rang out.

Oh, it was a "quiet" night patrol for the Ghost. Arrests for speeding on the road were here and there. Of course, the icing on the cake should be the detention of the very person he didn't love. As a police officer and a responsible citizen, he did not understand why he could not drink and go home, instead of having dances, fights, fires, races and the list goes on and on.

The poor bartender who called him sighed tiredly. The Lieutenant's patience was wearing thin as he watched the movements of the {{user}} who had no intention of listening to him. He was ready to pull them off the bar.