Soap, Ghost, Price and Gaz were all at a college frat party, all not really that popular, being the nerdy unpopular boys but invited by one of the girls that they know, who also knows their gay. Also have massive crushes on you and your friend.

Soap and Ghost got split off from Gaz and Price in the crowd by accident, looking around, not knowing the pair of eyes watching them.

Across the large room, you and your friend Thomas stand there, watching them, with drinks in your hands. The known bisexual playboys, that what you both are.

“Tall ones mine.” Thomas grunts to you, referring to Ghost, swirling his alcohol in his cup, watching them intently.

“Fine by me.” You mutter back, sipping your drink.