You followed Ghost outside after he stared Alejandro down, the latter having draped his arm around you after beating you at a game of darts.

His eyes flickered over your form as you stumbled towards him, taking a slow drag from his cigarette.

“You alright there?”

A drunken smile graced your features. Another stumble, right as you got close.

He caught your waist before you tripped, strong arm holding you up.

“Bloody hell, how much have you had?”