Chapter One
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"Miss Madison?"
Amy sceptically looked at the group of people who had approached her. They were dressed in some nondescript clothing, yet it was ill fitting on them, somehow. Of course, Amy's own relationship with clothes was something else, but after hanging around the Fairweather sisters, she recovered her knack for fashion, however limited it was.
"That depends on who's asking?" she asked back, while still fiddling with her suspenders. Considering that her new outfit while provided by the aforementioned Fairweather sisters was something out of a Lolicon, the result was almost as if she was naked – and she largely was, save that she was currently wearing underwear with a thermal spell in it, just right for this time of the year.
"...Are you... I mean, are you," the spokesperson of the group – naturally, a man – seemed to develop trouble speaking as he realized just what Amy was currently wearing (a short white miniskirt with a pink heart on it, for example.
"What my superior here means," the only woman in the group spoke crossly, though whether at Amy or not was uncertain, "is that are you an unlicensed witch?"
"No, I'm not," Amy said equally crossly, "ok? And if you start speaking about my aura or something similar, please remember, that this is magic town, where the balance demon Whistler and his half-breed droogs Nash and Pearl had discharged a lot of magical rubbish, turning everything upside down and everyone else – sideways out. See?" she jabbed her thumb at the next group of people approaching the premises, this one consisting of humanoid frogs (fortunately closed, unlike the dog-sized tadpole-like creatures that were also accompanying the group).
"Amy Madison!" the leader of the frogs croaked loudly, so loudly that he could be heard halfway down the street. "We have come to right the wrong that you have done it-"
"How about some more of the like instead?" Amy interrupted him, pulling out a large container of-
"Our booze!" yelled the Fairweather sisters from the insides of the house, not very happily, BTW.
"Expensive one too, yes," Amy nodded sagely as she thrust the bottles towards the frogs. "Will it be enough?"
"We'll need to taste, just to make sure," the chief of the amphibians hurriedly said, as he grabbed the container and began to distribute the bottles between his retinue. The latter barely took their time to uncork the bottles before beginning their drinking party.
"I can see that things haven't changed, even when you have moved," spoke yet another newcomer, startling the humans (but not the frogs, who promptly ignored everyone else around them by now). "Hello, Madison."
"Leonard," Amy rubbed her nose. "Of course you would be around. Fine, if anyone asks, our terms are still the same, especially concerning them," she indicated the drunken amphibians.
"Fair enough," and Leonard took a sniff, "but I got to ask one more question now: is it the Fairweather sisters behind the door?"
"Yes," one of them answered before Amy could, sounding none-too-pleased. "What do you want, bugbear?"
"I got the hookah back," Leonard said without taking any offense, seemingly. "You game?"
The door was instantly opened wide. "Are we?" Lavinia said with a gleam in her eye. "You have to ask?"
Amy sighed and shook her head. "And life is like this...every day, especially when Angel isn't around," she told the first group. "Oh look, he's here!"
"What is going on around here?" the vampire with the soul asked, sounding rather like his old, soulless self.
"Mr. Angel?" the leader of the first group tentatively asked. "Sir? Can we talk?"
TBC