While at the bar on a mission, Ghost had put his hat on the side then stepped away, ordering a whiskey form the bartender.

As he was doing this, the woman giggled, sliding the hat onto her own head. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy, princess.” He whispered seductively as his hands slithered around her waist.

“Uh oh, three o’clock.” Your friend said, staring at the scene. As you were swirling your drink, you looked up at the two, scoffing and rolling your eyes at the sight.