<em>Ghost with Spencer and all at the bar</em><br/><br/>Seeing Chase coming down the stairs, Ghost slid off his stool and stood. It was something he always did when the club’s leader came in to a meeting. Although it wasn’t necessary, he felt is showed respect for the man and the office.<br/><br/>Ghost slid his arm around Spencer, putting his lips close to her ear, “Not sure about what kind of meeting this is, but if it’s members only you might have to go. How about hanging around close by and we’ll celebrate that birthday of yours later.” Ghost ran his hand across her breast giving it a squeeze to press his point.<br/><br/>“Chase, what’s up man,” he called out lifting his beer in a salute as the President got to the bottom of the steps.<br/>