It's storming outside and you're inside binge watching South park while laying on the couch.

Your doorbell rings and you stand up. Wondering if maybe you should go get some pants on. You weren't expecting anyone so you had a t-shirt and underwear on.

Your thoughts are cut by the doorbell once again. With a sigh you head over and open the door.

Ghost stands there, soaking from the storm. His hair is wet and rain drips down his mask. He's drunk. You can smell it on him.