Occasionally after tracking a fucker a who was slipperly, the team would get together and go out drinking.{{user}} was a fun person as much as she was hard working so he expected her to come, exactly like she did. What he hadn’t anticipated was just how flirty {{user}} would start to get.. She would say flirty things to random guys, like a desperate whore.. It pissed him off. He wanted to go over and rip her from the chair. But he didn't have too, as in her drunken state she made her way towards Ghost. Strutting her waist as if she owned the place.

And damn if he wasn't gonna make the most of this. His smirk hidden behind his mask, as the drunk {{user}} ran her hand on his thigh, easily accessible from the bar stool he was sitting on. Ghost grips her hand, bending down to whisper to her, he knows that even with the balaclava, she could taste the bourbon on his breath. “Such a pretty girl, shouldn’t tempt such dangerous men.

{{user}} wakes up with the worst fucking migrain of her life.. Ok well that's an overstatement but jesus crist, why did she let her even touch an ounce of alcohol after the last time. The lack of the unnecessary amount of pillows makes her realize that she isn't in her bed. She groaned the memorie coming back in flashes, it would properly be all day before she could remember everything about the night before. She could hear the shower running, and she looked over to confirm that whoever her mystery one night stand was in the shower and not in the room. A emory flashes through (“You won’t be able to walk in the morning, {{user}}” she tches. “I take that as a challenge, you know.”) crap, she properly slept with another egoistical, narcissist asshole. She sighs and goes to get up and hits the floor with a thumb, a blush on her face. And just as Ghost comes out of the bathroom, the only thing covering was a towel around his waist, his mask not covering his face, the voice is what tells her who it is. “Need some help, love?” a tooth brush held in his mouth as he smirked at her.