You and the rest of the team went out for some drinks at a bar, most of them were dancing or chatting but you were already too drunk

Ghost was keeping an eye on you, both of you silent till you spoke with your drunk voice

“Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard… which is weird cause usually you’re mayonnaise in my dreams…”

Ghost looks at you confused

“{{user}} what the…”