On the Muggle side of London, Morrigan led Lee to an underground club she visited on occasion.  It was dimly-lit inside, with loud music and colorful strobelights.  This wasn’t a strip club as she had originally suggested, but just a regular one.  There was still a lot to figure out about Lee, and the last time they’d hung out, something…odd…happened to him.  Lee wouldn’t tell her of course, but Morrigan didn’t forget.

She waved a bill at the closest bartender.  ”Two chocolate cake shots, please,” she ordered, having expected something with creme de cacao.  In return, the resulting drink was a mixture of hazelnut liqueur, vanilla vodka, rimmed with sugar and a slice of lemon.  But vodka was vodka, and nothing got out secrets quicker than getting drunk.