Magic Species Doing Urban/Modern Things
Werewolf and Vampiric teenagers loitering outside a gas station, hissing/growling at opposing schools who pass by
Gorgons turning ableist to stone after they insulted their blind partner
Fairy/Harpy postmen flying packages to their destinations
Mailmen running away from the local werewolf’s children as they chase their inner canine’s mortal enemy
Fairy scam calls
Spellcasters playing prank spells as soon as their teachers turn around
Satyr college students throwing the best parties known to man
Magic kickball
Ice Elemental teacher that refuses to turn up the temperature of their class
Nature elemental stealing plants from the local grocery
Telepaths cheating on every test ever
Fairy lawyers
Catfolk hanging out in alleys
Siren singers entrancing their favored bar patrons on a smoky friday night
Fire elementals assisting fire fighters by bull rushing into burning buildings immune to flames
Harpys loitering on the rooftops
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Milyon took her shot back and bit into the lime before walking away heading to the room, smiling at the bouncer. She entered the room hearing F.U.C.K by Victoria Monet playing softly through the speakers. She locked eyes with Chinx who had a smirk on his face watching her slowly walk over to him.
“You know you bad” he complimented, admiring her body from head to toe as she walked to the pole watching her slow dance for him, grinding her body to the beat. Without breaking eye contact, Milyon placed her back against the pole and slowly slid down, dropping it low with her legs spread open, turning him on. He licked his lips and leaned forward. “Come here”
Standing up, she walked over to him and sat down on his lap, grinding on him. “Mystic huh?”
She smiled. “What you want Chinx?”
He chuckled, “You” he answered truthfully.
Milyon looked back at him and laughed lightly. She had to admit that Chinx was a very attractive man with smooth brown blemish free complexion, hooded light brown eyes with thick full pink lips and perfect white teeth. His tattooed body was fit, big and muscular, something that Milyon wasn’t used to.
“I have a feeling you are stalking me” she playfully jokes, grinding on his lap. “I don’t even know your real name”
He chuckled, “It’s Carter but honestly, I didn’t even know you work here. I don’t like strip clubs but my little cousin wanted to celebrate his birthday here so I came out” he continued watching her hips move.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” She asked him.
“Now I am” he answered, grabbing her hips, inhaling her sweet scent. “About that date-“
“You wouldn’t call this a date right now?” She questioned cutting him off.
“Nah, let me take you out for real, let me get to know you. The real you. Milyon not Mystic” he answered.
“I told you already-“
“I know...you take care of your grandma and work two job and all that bullshit-“
“Somebody gotta pay the bills” she said looking at him over her shoulder. By now, she stopped dancing and was just chilling on his lap with his arm around her waist.
“I respect it but...don’t you think you need to get out of the house for once and enjoy yourself?” He questioned her watching her face twist up like she was thinking. “I’ll pick you up at eight”
“Eight thirty” she said standing up, turning around, placing her leg on the couch, rubbing her hands on her body as she danced to the beat again.
“Eight thirty?”
She leaned down in his face resting her arms on the back of the couch, “That’s what I said right? Don’t be late”
Before she could back up, Chinx grabbed the back of neck and pulled her closer, where their lips were almost touching. “I'm going to let you slide tonight but I’m the boss, I run shit, remember that” he snarled but in a sexual tone, staring into her eyes. Milyon bit her bottom lip as she pulled away. Chinx reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of cash, placing it in her hand. “This is for you. The last thing I would ever do is throw money at you, you deserve that shit in your palms. I want you to go shopping, get your hair done and shit for our date aight?”
She nodded her head with a small smile on her face, ”Okay”
“Give me your number, I’m out this bitch after I walk out of here” he demanded, removing his phone from his jean pocket.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, I got what I wanted, I’m ready to go. I don’t care about none of these hoes in this bitch” he answered, passing her his phone.
“They not hoes” she argued.
“Man whatever you say Milyon” he said nonchalantly, watching her type in her name and number. “That better be the right number too”
“Or what?”
“I know where to find you, stop playing with me” he teased.
She couldn’t help but laugh passing his phone back to him, “Whatever Chinx”
He stood up and walked around her heading to the dark black curtain that was hiding the room. “I’ll text you in the morning, aight?”
“Yeah, okay that’s fine” she smiled watching him walk out.
A few seconds later, Dallas walked inside. “Giirrl…”
“I’m going on a date” she cheesed and Dallas started twerking.
“Aye aye aye...oowww”
Milyon couldn’t help but laugh, showing her the money Chinx gave her. “Want to go shopping with me? I’m going to need your help picking out a dress and heels”
“Of course, anything for my sis”
“You know I’m splitting this with you right?” Milyon told her.
“Save it for when we go shopping, girl his friend was all over me with his fine chocolate ass”
“You going to get that?”
“I might, I heard through the grapevine Zola wanted him so I might, just to piss her off”
“You are so petty,” Milyon laughed as Dallas shrugged her shoulders looking at her manicure. “But fuck it do it, her and Lulu swear they can get any nigga they want”
“They do but let’s finish making this money, I’m ready to get up out this bitch”
“Me too” Milyon agreed, leaving the private room. As she walked back to the locker room, she glanced over to the VIP room seeing Chinx dapping up his crew before walking out of the section. She couldn’t help but smile to herself.
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Writing Whims 2#: The Real
She lit the match against the strip of the packaging recounting the chemicals in her head; phosphorous and antimony sulfide. The burning smell slid like serpents through the air, serpents smooth and sharp as wit. She smelled the fumes and watched as the fire crept the length of the match. The blackening decay followed, and her eyes beheld it with apprehension. The dark the little flick of heat burning so bright left in its wake, the crumbling of the matches body against the unrelenting suffering of flame, she'd watched the same happen to buildings and to bodies. Yet all that came back to her now was Epernay in the sweet of the night, fascinating, complex, and yet with a suppressive heat that she knew well. Epernay was not the city that Paris was, all lights bright as liberation and she always knew her time there had run out before she arrived.The fire tickled her thumb and she felt no pain at all.
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