<em>Ingrid to Ghost, agreeing, nearing the bar</em><br/><br/>As they moved toward the crowd at the bar, she tried to keep her voice down, not wishing to have their disagreement gossiped about amongst the sweet butts. She heard Spencer's car leaving and wondered what outfit she'd be returning with, not having heard the bit about the girl's grandfather passing away.<br/><br/>"I respect him. I just know you men." She smiled wryly at that. "And how some of you can become. Leo… especially."  She dropped her head and listened, understanding his point. "And you are right," she said softly. "It is us against the world."<br/><br/>Biting her lip nervously as he stepped toward her, she stiffened her spine and lifted her chin.  That was surprising, but it wasn't either. Every woman faced things regarding the 'world's oldest profession'.  There was a reason it was called that.<br/><br/>"I can't drink right now, not until I clear a few things up."  She looked at him. "I gotta get a pregnancy test. Either that or my period is just late. Haven't told Drake yet. Don't want to get his hopes up if it's nothing." It probably was nothing.<br/><br/><br/>