"Really? I would've expected you to have tried a shotgun in your 5 years of smoking." Derek teased. "No worries. The past of the ghost shouldn't be touched or bad things usually happen. My nickname literally suits me..." he added with an accepting smile. He then toked a puff from the bong, putting it down and coughed his puff out. He headed to the bathroom, where he took the plastic cup there and filled it with water and downed it. "Sorry about that..." He called from the bathroom as he refilled the cup. Derek walked out with the cup "Thirsty? I don't know about you, but my mouth was getting pasty." He proposed as he climbed back on the bed. "Lets see... Probably the best time I ever had was when I stole my step-father's car one winter. I drove off and around the city and into the country. Stomped it, almost crashed and pulled off an epic drift combo at the same time. I was high as well, so it made everything a lot more intense and amazing. I never felt more free." He smiled and looked at her. "Unless I'm totally missing the point and you were more talking about affectionately. And that, nope. No one came close to me. I never got personal with practically anyone. I'm never noticed. So I never got around to actually getting intimate with anyone for the longest time. All I had were fake friends who were more in for the benefits than anything else." He plainly explained. "Hmm... Ever... did anything crazy, wild and out of the ordinary?" He then asked her.