High On Mushrooms

Part One: A Little Visit

Music played on a strange looking contraption, people dancing, drinking, smoking, or watching some slightly inappropriate dancers as they seemingly forgot the world around them.

One person sat above the rest on a little balcony, watching everyone below. The seat they rested on was shaped like a giant mushroom, large and crimson, with a small table next to them, a hookah sitting neatly on top of it.

Their hair was a light shade of blue, cut short and sticking up in different directions, giving a bit of a laid-back appearance. The rest of their outfit matched this, baggy brown pants that seamed as though they would fall off, yet stayed on, an also baggy sweater with the word magic printed on it in wavy letters and mushrooms printed underneath that.

Overtop of that they wore an odd looking jacket, kind of like a suit jacked, that made your eyes hurt if you tried to figure out the pattern covering it. Their fingers were also covered in rings, mood rings, rings with crystals, ones with engravings on them. And lastly, small round sunglasses with red lenses, keeping others from seeing their eyes.

As they took a large hit from their hookah, they blew smoke rings, watching them curling and winding around before disappearing.

"Hey, what's the problem, sweat heart?" A voice asked gruffly, catching their attention.

They got up clumsily, looking over the edge of the balcony. As they scanned through all the people below they quickly spotted a tall man, along with a girl who seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen, a look of distress on her face.

The blue haired person snapped their fingers, rings clicking, starting to make their way down a long flight of spiral stares. As they did, two muscular looking people popped out from behind a curtain, hearts on their shirts and faces, to follow them down the stairs.

"Excuse me," They said in a tone that sounded slightly lazy.

Even though they hadn't spoken very loud, everyone's attention went to them. The tall man turned away from the girl, looking around with confusion on his face.

They walked straight over to him with their two bodyguards of sorts following behind them. When they walked by many people yelled friendly greetings to them.

"Is he bothering you?" They asked the girl, ignoring the guy standing close by.

"Yes," She said quickly, moving farther away from him.

"Hey, sweat heart, it's not my fault-"

"You'll be leaving now." They interrupted him, their voice never leaving a calm tone.

"The hell are you gonna do if I don't?" The man asked gruffly with a slight laugh.

People overhearing the situation went a bit quieter at his words, curious to hear their response.

The blue haired person got a bit of a confused look on their face, "Who are you?"

The man looked bewildered at their question. He tried to read more emotion on their face, looking at their eyes-thinking that they might be messing with him-to no eval; all he could see was his own reflection in their red glasses.

"Are you high?" The man asked after a long moment of silence.

"You're not?" They asked in response, that laid-back quality lacing their voice.

He just stared back down at them with a scrunched up face.

The person looked at him a second or two longer before snapping their fingers again, "Take him to the Queen of Hearts."

At that the man's expression finally changed to a fearfully one, a good deal of realization passing over him, the two guards dragging him away. They then turned to the slightly stressed out girl, who was slowly beginning to calm down.