{{user}} doesn’t even know how they ended up here. In a sticky bar surrounded by men in cowboy hats, buckle bunnies, and soldiers.

Somehow they Ghost’s thought it would be genius to come here, each of them are off somewhere, either getting some tail or drinking like sailors.

There’s a man flirting with her, he’s very obvious with it, leering at her, trying to buy her drinks, and trying to feel her up.

“How bout I take ya home, girl?” The man drawls, taking his hat off his head and plopping it onto hers.

Suddenly a large shadow is cast over them, a sturdy chest pressed against her back, a hand gripping her waist, and a deep voice rumbling from behind her.