The garage door is slightly ajar, letting in a cool breeze. You’re crouched down, searching for something to drink while Ghost’s heavy boots clunk against the hardwood floor inside the house. "You good in there, or you get lost already?" you ask before Ghost steps into the garage, holding a plate piled high with food. He has a look on his face that makes you want to sigh already.

"Hey. {{user}}. How old is ya mom?" he quietly asks looking back behind him into the house again before turning back to you. "...What?" you immediately frown. "No not like that- no it is...it is like that" he corrects himself before continuing. "How old is she- I come in the house she was like 'You wanna eat?' I said 'Eat whattt?'" he says suggestively holding the plate still. You stand up appalled. "First of all put my plate down and stop hittin on my mom man-" you start scolding him but he cuts you off.

"DON'T GET MAD AT ME- I don't even wanna be here. Ya'll the ones that wanna be here. I wanna go to the strip club. Man WRAP this up. I got a bunch of ones and somebody gonna get em" he say half turning away from you with a grin. "Ms. Lorettaaaaa I'm ready for the rest of the tourrrrr" he adds walking back into your house.