A couple of drinks, bad hands and cocky bets, got you on a skirt and empty-pocketed as the loser of a card game with Alejandro and Gaz.

Ghost opened the door in a swing, taking in the sight of Alejandro and Gaz laughing in low voices at the loser of the bet and {{user}} in a skirt, short enough for it to be obscene.

"Why the hell are 'ya in that?" Ghost asked in a gravy, raspy accusation out of curiosity, his eyes fixed on the skirt that hugged his comrade's waist.