“C’mon kid, I’m half your age.” Ghost’s gruff voice sounded behind you. He was currently trying to escort you back to your dads house for the night. You were a junior in college so you spent most of your nights in a bar to try and de-stress.

“Thas’ fine, think I need someone older ‘nyways.” You slurred, a little tipsy. You pushed back against him and his hands instinctively went to your hips.

“You’re just being a cheeky lil’ bird, aren’t ya?” He whispered into your ear, his accent thick.