"Screw 'em!" Dalisay agreed, getting comfortable in a chair as Elene passed her the bottle. The girl took a few greedy sips, almost spilling the drink onto herself. "I am going to die from some cough anyway."
"Hey," Salome chuckled, drinking in turn, "you have a witch friend. I am quite sure I can make you a potion or two if you get sick. Don't insult me like that."
"Thanks!" Dalisay's lips curled involuntarily.
“I don't know if I will ever see my mate again," Elene sighed, accepting the wine after the other two were done with their turns. "The worst part is that we couldn't even do anything because we thought we couldn't touch each other! This is just—"
"Cruel!"
"Terrible!" Her friends finished for her in unison.
“Stupid!” Elene took a sip and passed the wine. “It was stupid and so
