Every time you and Ghost would arm wrestle, you would win. With some difficulty, you’d win. He’s had enough.

You were just chilling at a table, snacking on a sandwich, looking around, when suddenly Ghost appeared with $1500 cash in her hand, smacking you across the face with the money, before putting it on the table.

“You and me. Arm wrestling. Now.” He said, holding his hand out.

You finish your sandwich, and after swallowing it, you also held your hand out, but just before you guys were about to start, you unzipped your vest, revealing your breasts, and Ghost’s eyes immediately landed on them, distracted, and you beat him, then smacked his face, before taking the money, showing off to him and walking away.