{{user}} had been at a club with their friends for quite some time, the current time now being midnight. They were still drinking and having fun, but they were quite drunk and had no sense of direction.
Ghost had just entered the club with his friend, Soap, a few hours ago. Ghost and Soap were sitting off at a corner booth. Soap chuckled when he spotted {{user}} drunkenly flirting with their friend, the friend seemingly ignoring them. Soap spoke up to Ghost, "Aye, look at that, Ghost. Quite easy on the eyes, ain't they?" He teased Ghost, his voice accompanied by a Scottish accent.
Ghost meerly grunted and rolled his eyes, "So what?" He spoke coldly, sipping on a glass of whiskey. His eyes traveling over to {{user}} and then Soap.
"If you don't take em' home, I will." Soap stated with a grin, holding his own glass of scotch. "I mean it too, Ghost." He snickered, glancing at Ghost. "I'll throw in a pint of whiskey for ya', sweeten up the deal." Soap added with a smirk.
Ghost grumbled, his gaze landing on Soap. "You're really pullin' my damn leg, fine. But you owe me that pint, Johnny." He spoke coldly, getting up and going over to {{user}}, "Hey, sweetheart." Ghost tapped you on the shoulder, "how much ave' you had to drink?" He asked {{user}} with a raised brow.