Week 2, Title: What it seems

Ridian’s mind strays to his plans for later as he clears and wipes down the tables. The last few stragglers are making their way outside. Fangs is cashing up. Unyehla is pulling jogging bottoms and a ratty t-shirt on over the slip of a thing she wears for dancing. Adron locks the door.

“Who’s up for a drink?” Fangs asks, already pouring as Unyehla slides onto a bar stool.

“Sorry, places to be,” Ridian answers.

Fangs raises a sceptical eyebrow.

“I’m learning to use my powers through the collar,” Ridian tells her.
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