<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 4pt;"><br/></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br/></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">I decline the invitation to grab and we’re supposedly next up. Circe asks if we’ve ordered drinks.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Nope, not yet. Can’t get anyone’s attention. Ah, just a sec. What are you guys having?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Position myself so that Emmy gets the seat being vacated and we can order over her shoulder. Bartender closes the guy out and as the guy turns, I note his half finished drink.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Um, could my friend have your seat? New heals are just killing her. You can stand with us if you want!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Yep, stand where I can keep an eye on you and you can flirt and then buzz off. He shrugs and stands.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Go ahead, Emmy! I told you those shoes wouldn’t suit your feet! Sheesh girl, stubborn and won’t listen either!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">The bartender is hovering.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Jumbo house margarita please. Salt, no oranges! My tab.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Look at the other two.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “C’mon guys, the bartender doesn’t have all day!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">The guy is checking out my uniform.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Costume party later. My boyfriend is a mad scientist who wants to use me for evil experiments. He’s not sure when he’ll get here and we’re all hungry.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">There, that’ll teach Emmy one thing at least, a girl always has a boyfriend elsewhere.</span></span><br/>