By T. Dunn
Word Count: 103
“It's a kind of magic.” The party’s volume drowned out the words.
Olivia liked this man with the jade eyes. Taking his hand she led him to another part of the house; where it was quieter.
“Now what did you say?”
Taking the joint from between his lips he offered it to her. “I said it’s a kind of magic.”
“It is; magic alters the perception of the audience, true? She nodded. “Well that is what this will do; only without the need of a magician. Go ahead try it?” She took the offered weed. “By the way, my name’s Ripper.”