Anna walked out the doors of the bar, mentally kicking herself for losing another paycheck. She shuffled her feet along the path, brainstorming ways to bridge the gap and actually make rent for the month. She could only hope that Clara showed up in time to pay her half.

Speaking of her roommate, she really hadn't heard from her in about a week or so. Now, under normal circumstances, this wouldn't seem unusual. Clara would frequently be incommunicado for days at a time, either holed up at her latest boyfriend's house, or doing "research" for her blog. However, after about the 4th day of absence, her friend usually shot her a text, letting her know she still lived. Anna looked down to check her phone again. No new messages.

She reached the door to her apartment complex, turning the key in the lock, when she heard someone call her name. "Annabella Morgan?" She turned around to face two figures shadowed from the porchlight.

"Who's asking?" She hedged.

The first figure emerged. He was tall with curly blonde hair and greenish eyes. He strode up the stairs to the walk up, pulling out a badge to display. "I'm Detective Dyson, with the San Francisco Police Department." He motioned to the man walking up behind him." This is my partner, Hale. "The second gentleman nodded towards her, her brown eyes looking kind enough." We'd like to ask you some questions regarding your roommate, Clara Olsen. Do you have a minute?"

Anna sighed, leaning against a wall. Clara, what did you get yourself into now?

She returned her attention back to the officers." Yeah, of course. Is she in trouble or something?"

The first officer gave her an expression that looked pained, while the second gave her one of pity. "Ms. Morgan, a body was reported found to our department this evening." Hale continued. Anna felt her heart stop." Your friend is dead."

Bo stalked into the Dahl, throwing her jacket over the chair next to her. She slumped herself into the open chair at the bar, burying her head in her hands.

She felt her best friend sidled up beside her, a look of concern etched on her face.

"What's up, BoBo? How'd the questioning go?' Kenzie asked.

Bo only groaned in response. "That well, huh?"

The succubus returned with a grunt.

Kenzie rolled her eyes. "A woman of words, my bestie."

Finally, Bo spoke. "Booze .Now"

Kenzie was only too happy to oblige, reaching over the bar to grab a shiny looking bottle. Most of the writing looked foreign, and knowing Trick, it was probably Elvish or something. The only thing she could make out were the words "40". Hoping it translated to "40 proof", Kenzie poured her friend and herself a generous glass.

"Okay, Succubuddy. Spill. What's up?" She prodded.

Bo took a slow pull from her glass before answering. "Well, for starters, the whole inquisition was a bust. The girl at the bar gave me zilch on our case. And second, when I tried to coax more info from her, *POW* nothing".

Kenzie's brows furrowed for a moment, confused. "Hold up, define "Nothing".

Bo threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. "I mean NOTHING, Zilch, nada. I put my hand on her arm, and used my mojo. And nothing happened! She just pulled away."

Kenzie's eyes went wide "She didn't just turn to goop? They always turn to goop"

Bo shook her head. "Not this one. She just shook me off. It's like she had some invisible shield or something."

"Maybe she's Fae?" Kenzie tried.

"Fae or not, someone being immune to a Succubus's charms is highly unusual." Trick interjected, stepping up behind his bar. His eyes landed on the half empty bottle sitting by Bo. He threw his arms up "Kenzie, is that my 400 year old Elven whiskey?!" He shouted.

I knew it was elvie, elvish. Kenzie thought.

"Maybe?" Kenzie stared down at her boots.

Trick grabbed the bottle and cradled it. " This was a gift from the Elven king himself! "

Kenzie looked away, mouthing an apology at the floor.

Bo chimed in "Well, whatever it was, it's what was needed"

Trick looked at her then. "Is that so?"

"Yah." She sighed, throwing the rest of her drink back." In addition to being more or less rejected by Little Miss Hot Shot, she threatened to call the cops on me if I didn't pay my tab"

"Imagine that" Trick muttered under his breath "Some people expect to be paid by their patrons".

Kenzie and Bo both took a moment to make unflattering faces at him.