May 16, 2018
“Now just listen, liiiiiisten, okay? I’m not sure how juice works over here in Scotland but I’m fairly certain that these elves makin the stuff- it is elves makin’ it, isn’t it? Not the point-” Rosemary cut herself and stared down into the deep purple juice lapping at the edge of her glass. A girl who felt like her hands burned when she even held a bottle of alcohol couldn’t possibly know that her punch was spiked. The most logical explanation was magic, which still felt vastly unfamiliar to her. “My point I’m tryin’ to make here, is that this wasn’t made with magic was it? I have a long runnin’ promise with myself against using drugs or magic to- ahem, enhance how I’m feelin.”