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Charli tossed the rag aside, reached up for a wine glass hanging on the hanger. She placed it down, grabbed a handful of Pulse Tablets, and grinded. The broken, powdery pieces settled at the bottom of the wine glass. My mouth watered; wanted so badly to feel the tinge and heat and sparks upon my tongue and behind my eyes.

Bad habits only Starlight Town can give.

Charli reached into the small fridge, pulled an unopened wine bottle. Slender neck into slithering closed hills. She shook it, bubbles fizzing up the neck. She aimed it over the sink hidden behind the counter, and with one hit, the pop sounded. She quickly grabbed the wine glass, poured. A dark red; red like blood flowing from a wound. The wine came alive; sparks and tendrils of lazy smoke curling up. The bubbles turned to foam.

One order of Red River 43 with added crushed Pulse Tablets for a miss Rose Gold.” Charli presented the drink.

“Vivian,” I corrected.

“What?” Charli said as if the crowd of voices were loud. There wasn't live music playing either. Glassjaw book musicians too. As Charli mixed my drink, a particular aura hue grabbed my attention. My eyes shifted to the man with the sunburst guitar in the corner near the stairs that lead to Glassjaw’s balcony. A copper aura outlined him. Interested.

“Vivian,” I said again. “My name is Vivian.”

Charli studied me, thinking on how to respond. “That's a nice name.” The compliment was sweet. She was then pulled away by a guest calling for her.