Oh s**t, what? I straightened up and put my half-empty glass down. “Oh, what?”
Raum shook his head. “Don’t worry. Elixirs that actually cause effects like that are illegal. It’s placebo, for the most part. An Elixir of l**t would essentially be a r**e drug.”
“Oh, good,” I said, and downed the rest of my drink. My vision was already starting to wobble. I took a moment to appreciate how out-of-place a demon with 18th century clothes looked in a modern supernatural bar. The disco lights danced over him like a renaissance painting. His expression matched someone from a renaissance painting, as well. He was looking at his empty glass with a thoughtful expression, his mouth drawn in a straight line, features sharp and deadly. I had to admit that it felt... nice, to have someone like Raum to be
