House Pegasus: Felix & Open
This time of year was definitely not one of Felix's favourites because seeing ghosts on a normal day was a nightmare in itself, but when they were all rising out of their graves and making with the wandering it became a little hard to ignore. The only bright side he supposed was that he wasn't the only one who could see them and as such he no longer felt like the only crazy at the asylum.
As it was he'd stolen through Ladon and pinched a few choice bottles before he'd retreated to Pegasus, another illicit substance obtained from one Trent Kane safely deposited in the back pocket of his low hanging jeans. His plan? Drink and smoke away the evening in the company of some of the nicer spirits, the ones with the not so tragic pasts and ones that weren't going to give him a headache.
He settled his tall lanky frame down on the ground, giving the young man clad in suit and tie with the strangely haunting eyes a nod of his head. "Alright?" He asked, cracking open the first bottle and taking a sip. "Good night so far?"
"It is... bearable," the ghost responded to which Felix chuckled.
"Got me there, mate. I mean least you're not being deafened by the music, huh?"