JIM
Music pumped through the room. The people danced, kissed, and drank some more while Jim sat in a corner booth and nursed his beer. He was certain that some people thought he was odd for doing that, but he didn"t want to attract any attention. There was nothing worse than drunk human women throwing themselves at him. He wasn"t interested.
"What"s an incubus like you doing in a place like this?" A sprite in a tight red dress that showed far too much cleavage perched on his table and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Waiting for someone," Jim mumbled.
"Is she as beautiful as I am?" She smirked at him.
"Yes." He had to admit that the woman in front of him was beautiful, but she didn"t appeal to him in any way.
was"Where did you meet this so-called beautiful woman?" she asked, spite entering her
