Colt, growing bored of hiding away, appeared above the table and made a coughing sound to get everyone's attention. "Hey! I just wanted to let you all know that I am pretty freakin' bored and am about to leave!" "Why?..." I just asked as I leaned over to look at him. "What was the point of that?" "I just wanted to let you all know that you're all boring and I need a chip..." Colt said before flying away. "Ooh. Care of I joined you? It's been quite a week..." a red and silver ghost, Drake, asked after spawning above Gale's shoulder. "I'm gonna say 'no', but I feel like you're gonna come anyways..." Colt replied in a brutally honest manner. Drake hovered above his Guardian's shoulder for a moment in silence; he had no idea how to react to such blunt rudeness. "I'll pay for your chips if it means you tag along and piss him off as much as possible..." I said to the ghost. Drake flew over to Edward and acted like he was clearing his throat. "Mr. Hayes, could Kelly join me?" He asked politely. "Just call me Edward... I'm your Guardian-in-law after all..." the man replied; Gale nodded her head. "So, what do you say, Pops?" The camouflaged ghost, Kelly, asked after appearing as well. "Eh, I suppose so," Edward replied. "Yay! Thanks!" The ghost exclaimed while flying around her Guardian's head. Colt sighed and looked down. "Anyone else want to come as well?!" He asked sarcastically. Monica appeared next. "I should probably tag along and watch your temper..." she said to Colt. "You're part of the reason I have a temper," the black shelled ghost replied. "I would love to test the effects of resurrection while under the influence!" Doc exclaimed. "I believe I will join as well..." "Son of a..." Colt mumbled. "You've earned a chip," Dakota said to T.C. before he flew over. Lastly, Haxx's ghost, C.P. appeared. He had a chromium shell that had a mirror-like reflection. He flew over to the ghosts and silently stared at Colt. "What are you, shy?" My ghost asked bluntly. The ghost expanded his shell, but remained silent. "Oh. Mute. Nice, that's one less ghost I have to listen to..." C.P. violently clamped his shell around him. "Hey!" Haxx shouted from the table. "Watch the language!" "What language?" I asked softly. Edward looked to see if Haxx or C.P. were paying attention then leaned close to me. "His ghost only communicates with binary. Exos, and ghosts on the network, can understand him; anyone else, clueless..." "Fantastic..." Colt mumbled before leading the way to the ghost bar. "I'm not payin' for your chips!" "According to your Guardian, if I piss you off, [i]he'll[/i] pay for our chips..." Drake said back. "Good luck with that..." Colt replied. "Aren't you pissed that we all joined you?..." Drake asked, knowing he already won. "...No... I'm f***in' excited y'all tagged along..." My ghost replied furiously. The seven ghosts hovered over a table while a frame placed a tray of computer chips down. Colt scanned the pile and rotated his shell. "Let's see, we have some Hard Lights, Red Deaths, Bad Jujus, and some--eww--Thorns..." "That's a lot of chips. How many did you order?" Monica asked while turning to Colt. "They said we could get as many as we want, as long as I looked over, and agreed, to the paper," Colt replied rather proudly. "You opened a tab..." Drake said matter-of-factly. "Someone--most likely your Guardian--will still have to pay for it..." "Hey, Rosebud, take a chip and quit boring me with the details..." Colt replied bluntly. "...Rosebud..." Drake repeated with a huff. Kelly turned to him and watched as his shell twitched some. "I've never been called that before..." "First time for everything..." "Colton, you just gave a bunch of strangers alcohol chips... Are you sure you want to start insulting them?..." Monica asked, trying to reason. She, then, turned to Drake. "I'm sorry, he's not the most polite of us, but he tends to mean well..." Drake shifted back to Colt. "So I've noticed..." Drake replied before taking a chip and scanning it. "I think I'll have a--of death--," T.C. said as he prepared to scan a chip that Colt snatched up. "Hey! I wanted that!" The ghost exclaimed. "What?! There's a Red Death for you. Go crazy..." Colt replied. He scanned his chip and enjoyed the numb simulating effects. "I said I wanted the--of death--. And you just took the only one," T.C. replied. "I believe he is referring to the Hard Light you just assimilated," Doc said while writing down notes. "Interesting, even before the effects of alcohol, tensions seem to be esculating... I am interested to see where this leads..." he whispered quietly. "Huh..." Colt turned from Doc and back to T.C. "Well, as Drake put it, Alan will most likely be paying so just order another one..." "Unlike your sorry--of death--, I'm not going to put such a burden on a--of death--working Guardian..." Dakota's ghost replied, rotating his shell with emphasis. "This is awkward..." Kelly said to Drake before running the program of her chip. C.P. enjoyed the several chips he already had in drunken silence as he drifted around the group. "Colt, you should probably calm down..." Monica warned before my ghost could say anymore. "Look, I don't care if you got an issue with what I'm doing, because I don't believe I asked for any company!" Colt exclaimed, directing his anger onto T.C. "Actually, you did..." Drake said. Colt shot him a look and he backed away some. "How about this, y'all can enjoy my chips, and I'll go find another table..." Colt said before flying away. He tapped C.P. and sent him drifting in a different direction. "I say, the effects of these programs vary tremendously... I must try one immediately!" Doc exclaimed before scanning a chip. As the hours rolled by, I grew increasingly suspicious that none of our ghosts had returned. However, T.C. did drift over our heads before hitting a wall and going a different direction like a robot vacuum cleaner. He reflected any light that hit him as if he was a disco ball. "What's with him?" I asked. "C.P. is the equivalent of a drunk," Haxx stated. "He tends to assimilate as many of those chips as his buffer will allow, then he runs all the programs simultaneously..." "Uh huh... And that doesn't worry you at all?" I asked Haxx next. The exo shrugged his shoulders. However, it clicked for Edward; he put down his glass and looked across the restaurant. "F***... I forgot to confiscate his utensils..." Blake groaned while burrying his face in his hands. We all simultaneously stood up from the table. "Uh oh..." I said as I walked around a wall and saw the main portion of the building. T.C. was half passed out on the table, repeatedly scanning his chip and trying to lift it; C.P. still drifted around the place silently; chaos brewed among the conscious few. "You're not gonna said that to my girl!" Drake exclaimed to Colt while haphazardly expanding his shell to appear larger. "Yeah!" Kelly shouted next. She then turned to Drake. "What do you mean 'my girl'? Do I own you now?" She asked while wavering back and forth. "Wha?..." Drake asked, obviously equally as drunk. "But I'm not a girl..." "I'ma gonna say whatever I want..." Colt said while flying towards Drake. "And there's nothling... yer gonna do to shtop me..." The two ghosts started to face off against each other. "You guys..." Monica said before hiccupping and shooting upwards. "Are being..." She hiccupped again. "Rediculous!..." "I jus' want a sample of your DNA for gene splicing..." Doc exclaimed to screaming, fleeing customers while slowly flying around with a needle twice as long as himself. "I'll also accept unfertilized egg cell donations..." [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/233315705/0/0]CONTINUE TO PART 2[/url]