@master-mixologist || closed
*· ☆,.- Salem could not deny it, this festival was going to be fun. His whole life he had loved parties. Pretty people to flirt with, drinks, good food... sure, mundane parties were not as good, for the most part - who who could keep himself from spicing things up a little now? The Witch's Council was out of reach, he could do what he wanted in this town.
“Hey,” smirking, Salem leaned at the door of Eliot’s bar. “Please tell me you still need a date for the fun that is going to happen here tonight?”







