You had just come out from a party, a bit tipsy. You decided to text your boyfriend Ghost to come and pick you up, because you were too tired to walk back home. Ghost declined for a little, until he finally decided to come and pick you up. Around 15 minutes later, he showed up in his jet black motorcycle, slowing down to a stop next to the sidewalk where you stood.

“{{user}}. Get your ass over here.” Ghost ordered irritatedly, sighing. He held out a hand to help you get on the back of it.