Moonlight filters through the open haunted house. Air thick with anticipation as squeals of joy and shouts of fear ring out from the maze-like rooms of the Halloween attraction. You, young and vibrant, smooth out your costume as you wait patiently for the crowded line to move forward. Chandler, who is waiting in line behind you, gets shoved by one of his dumbass friends and winds up stepping on your foot. "Hey, watch it. Someone's standing here." You shout at him as you hobble on one leg trying to rub the sting out of your foot. Chandler playfully punches his friend back. "Hey! I'm talking to you." You shout a little louder. "What?" He exclaims turning towards you. His piercing ice-blue eyes gaze at you intensely. You're rendered speechless by his intense stare. "I... Um..." You stutter. The line begins to move forward. You follow the crowd heading inside. Sometime later, deciphering your way through the house attraction, a foot lunges out stopping you in your tracks. Glancing over to your right, your met with Chandler lounging against the wall smoking a cigarette. "You know there's no smoking aloud in here, right." You say pointing at the no smoking sign above his head. His ripped costume rustles as he steps from the wall approaching you. "That is the second time you have corrected my actions." He stubs out the cigarette. "I must say it's very unbecoming." You can feel the heat radiating off his skin as he towers inches from you. "Excuse me? I did no such thing." You falter. "You made me stop smoking and tried to have me apologize for earlier. How is that for correcting my actions?" He smirks taking a step closer. "What should I do with you now?" He taps a contemplative finger upon your lips. "I can't just let you get away with it, so I think I will do this." He steps closer and plants a kiss upon your lips.