Killing people was illegal now, and that, apparently, was all I was good for aside from pouring drinks and getting beers. That, in itself, wasn’t too bad; I’d made some good friends in Craig and Dennis, and Butch was a good guy to have in my corner since I could burn water.
“Oh, my f*****g God- if you puke on my brand-new heels, I swear I’m going to knock you out, Andi.” The angry, horrified snap from behind me whipped at the base of my skull, and I twisted just as who I presumed was Andi doubled over to empty her stomach. Her friend jumped up on the bench and backed into the corner, but my own body was already moving to hold back Andi’s long, brown hair. Her projectile vomit splattered on my boots, and the sound of her scratched harshly against my brain to pull at the corners of my mouth
