PORTIA
Lou was chuckling like a little kid at the back of the class who had just stuck a sign that said Kick Me on his teacher’s back.
What the bartender had actually done was send a Flaming Anus to a pissed-off panther shifter sitting alone in a secluded booth. The shifter glared at the witch sitting at the bar. She nursed her drink quietly, musing to herself. She was completely lost in her thoughts, and she had no idea that she’d just been pranked by Lou.
The shifter stood and stalked forward to tap the witch on the shoulder. “The hell do you think you’re doing, sending me this?” He lifted the drink. The top of the drink was almost burgundy, and it faded to a sparkling orange in the middle, and a bright jeweled red closed it out at the bottom. A bit of smoke danced over it, giving it
