Modern Magic

If Things Were Different

It was poetry night at the Pixie Dust Cafe. A blonde siren with red streaks in her hair stood up on the stage, spilling out her feelings of yearning. Yearning for heat, for fire. She was dressed in fire and heat, not like the rest of her type dressed in water and cold.

A witch sat at a table in a corner, sipping on herbal tea and typing on her keyboard. Dressed in a black dress, peeking over the top of her leatherbound notebook and under the brim of her wrinkled black witch hat. Her dozens of rings chimed against her ceramic mug. She sighed and looked back at her screen. She had a look about her, sophisticated and elegant. The look most gets after attending a posh boarding school for the wixen. A young man sat down at the table opposite her. Dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, sporting a collection of scars inflicted from lonely full moons. He placed his little black book on the table in front of him and turning to the stage. A gold ring glistening in the dull lighting. He ran a hand through his messy dark hair, watching the siren perform her last poem.

The blue haired, fae waitress leaned on the wall next to their table. She rolled her eyes at the sirens poem, blowing a grape bubble and letting it pop loudly. Board out of her mind, not too enthusiastic about working at the family business. She turned her head to the pink haired vampire who walked in the door, holding her hand out to which he responded with a high-five. he grabbed the blood-orange smoothie with a shot of blood from her tray, grimacing at the metallic taste before sitting at one of the empty seats beside the werewolf and witch. 

The siren joined shortly after, glaring at the fae who took the seat opposite her. The blue-haired fae glanced at the pink haired vampire.

The witch sighed and lowered her tea. "I guess it was too much to ask to not have to deal with the 'other folk'," said with disgust for the term, "Poetry night seems to be popular, no?"
"Who is ya calling other folk?" The fae challenged.
The werewolf sighed. "It's a prejudiced term commonly used by vampires and wixen who follow the traditional ways as a means of saying that their race is far better than any other."
"No one called on you, mate." Muttered the vampire.
"Oh, I didn't see you there, the vampire who grimaces with every sip of a blood smoothie." Snapped the siren.
"Coming from the siren who don't like water." The fae replied. 

The witch took a sip of her tea. "Would you all kindly be quiet? I would like to continue editing and proofreading my advanced mixed magic paper which is due tomorrow."
The fae rolled her eyes. "Yeah right, Lil' Miss Scholar."
"You mind if I proofread?" The werewolf asked. "I'm an english major, minoring in mixed magic linguistics." The witch slid her notebook and a pen over to him wordlessly.

"Who're y'all anyways?" Fawn mumbled.
"I'm Ashley, siren. Elemental studies and ancient history."
"James, vampire, ancient language and magical politics."
Ashley snorted. "Not like you're going to be able to enter politics with bright pink hair like that."
"I'm Willow, a witch. Advanced mixed magic and psyche studies."
"Max, a werewolf." He said, focusing on proofreading the paper.
"Fawn, fae, Eliza's tattoo artist apprentice."
Willow looked at her. "No college?"
"Nah. Why'd ah need that junk?" 

Max hands Willow her newly annotated notebook. "Now, I have business to attend to. A meeting about my arranged marriage." He slid his notebook in his jacket pocket and stood up.
"Nah mate, stay out on the town. Who needs that? You're just throwing your free life away." James said.
"It's not like that hot chicks gonna show anyways. Too busy snogging some demon in the art gallery." Fawn muttered.
"How did you know?" Ashley asked. Max didn't seem so fazed.
Fawn shrugged. "I'ma seer. Not like I 'see' much useful stuff."
"It's settled then. A night on the town should loosen us all up." Willow said, packing up.
"Great. Lil' Miss Scholar's coming." Fawn grumbled. "So where we going?"
"There's a bar down the road," James said
"Right," Fawn said, chucking her work stuff on the table as she stands. "To the bar we go. I could do with a drink." She headed towards the door. "You lot coming?"

The rest of them looked at each other before following Fawn out the door and to the bar.