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.
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