"Now that's the spirit."
The bartender smirked knowingly and reached for a bottle that glowed faintly in the low light. The liquid shimmered unnaturally as he poured it into small, heavy glasses.
He slid two forward. "Moonfire," he said. "Strong enough to floor most wolves. Careful."
Sarah's hand curled easily around her glass. "Mmm… Perfect Rodrigo… just what we need."
Athena gripped hers too tightly, trying to steady the tremble in her fingers.
Gina stirred weakly on the counter, voice muffled. "B-bad idea…"
Neither of them listened.
Sarah raised her glass with a sly tilt of her head. "Ready to prove you're still in party mode?"
Athena forced a grin, even as an uneasy feeling coiled in her gut. "Hell yes."
The two clinked glasses.
"One…" Sarah purred.
"Two…" Athena slurred.
"Three."
They knocked the shots back… and fire exploded down Athena's throat.
It wasn't tequila.
