you knew that ghost was an innocent person. never got drunk, never hurt anyone he shouldn't. that was until last night when he stumbled through the door, drunk..

"ohhhh [namee]." *he sung as he made it to the living room. "ghost are you.. drunk!?" "noo. ok maybe." he began to giggle like a 5 year old. for fvck sake.

"come on ghost, why don't we get you sorted out and cleaned up yeah?" you said, getting up and putting an arm around his waist.

"noo i want more vodka my beautiful lady!"