Page 48 of Black Reign

GHOST: Think on it. Sleep on it. Dream of your ghost.

“Dude.” Drew scoffs that’s just cheese pure cheese. Sounds a bit desperate, Blackwell. No wonder why you don’t date.

I shake my head. Travers is a hot mess. A literal overload of testosterone with the manners of a bull in a China shop.

VESPER: You are so drunk. Very poetic tonight.

GHOST: Drunk… & Lonely.

VESPER: Don’t date much either?

GHOST: Occupational hazard.

The others are losing patience.

“What is she saying?” Jalen asks.

I glance over.

At some point he has stretched out along the bench and looks approximately thirty seconds from unconsciousness.

“She hasn't said yes.”

Drew groans.

“Tell her she's ruining my night.”

“No.”

Vale says, “Ask her what she needs.”

I don't need help with that.

GHOST: What would make you consider it?

The answer takes a while.

VESPER: Your friends stop calling me Miss London Bridge.

I laugh.

Actually laugh.

Drew points.

“What?”

I translate.

“Denied,” he says immediately.

I type:

GHOST: Apparently that condition has been rejected.

VESPER: I haven't even met them and they're exhausting.

GHOST: Imagine years.