Loud Banging on the Door

Before either of the two lovely ladies can answer, you all hear a loud banging on your dorm room’s door. “I’ll get it this time,” Cora states. She leaves the room and you don’t think anything bad about it, until you remember she’s still completely naked and whoever is on the other side of that door is about to be treated to an incredible sight. You go to stop her, but it’s too late, so you just hide behind the wall. You hear a voice that you immediately recognize. “Whoa. Hello beautiful.”

Cora responds to Mike, “Hello. How may I help you?” Mike says, “Well, I don’t know if you saw this guy, about yay high, wearing a silver chain with a small shamrock on it? He used to be my roommate. He stole that from me. It’s a family heirloom. It’s been in my family for generations. A lot of sentimental value. After he stole it, he moved to this dorm. I only know that because all of his stuff got sent over here, and specifically to this floor. I’m just going door-to-door asking if anybody had seen him.” Mike takes a slight pause. “But, I think I could be convinced to put my little **** mission on hold. That is, if you need any help with anything. And I do mean anything.”

You take a peak around the corner and see him, rubbing his hand on Cora’s upper arm, trying to work what he would probably call charm. How dare he try to spin this as if this was your fault? You didn’t steal anything. You are this close to walking out and confronting him, but Cora speaks up. “Wait, would your name happen to be Mike?” she asks. Mike’s smile doesn’t leave his face. “Why, yes. Yes, it is. Have you heard of me?” he responds. “Of course,” Cora replies. “Won’t you come in?” she offers. You see his eyes scan your sister’s body from head to toe. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he says before entering.

Cora closes the door and Mike immediately starts taking off his shirt. Azia comes up behind you and whispers, “Who’s that?” Without taking your eyes off your annoying former roommate, you respond, “That’s Mike.” Cora turns around and sees Mike is about to take off his pants. “What are you doing?” she asks. Mike stops and says, “Well, I’m taking off my clothes. I thought that’s why you invited me in. A hot piece of naked Fae ass like you invites a guy into her dorm, one can only assume she’s down to fuck.”

“You assumed wrong. Well, not completely wrong. I am down to fuck, but just not down to fuck you,” Cora states. Mike, now confused, asks, “What do you mean? And now that I think about it, how have you heard of me?” Cora doesn’t answer, with words at least. Instead, she heads back to your room, stops when she sees both you and Azia around the corner, and drags you both out. Mike puts his hands up, “Whoa, is this like a four-way situation? Because I’m only down for that if it was three chicks. Or, at least, I don’t have to do anything with the guy.”

He clearly doesn’t seem to recognize you. Which makes sense, since you do look different than the last time he saw you. But once he really took a good look at you, he saw something he did recognize: the amulet. And with that, Mike’s entire demeanor changes. “Oh, well you look different, don’t you John? What, we’re you trying to hide from me?” He approaches you and says, “You can forget about that now. You may be able to change your appearance, but you can’t change that.” He stands in front of you, now dwarfed by your new appearance. “Now, give it back, you thief,” Mike says before trying to yank off the amulet, with all his might.

After the third yank, Cora says, “My brother can’t take it off, dumbass.” That stops Mike. “Brother? How can he be your brother? He was completely human the last time I saw him.” He pauses and adds, “Also, why are you naked in front of your brother?” Cora answers, “Because I just finished having sex with him,” like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Wait, does brother have a different meaning to Fae?” Mike asks. Cora shakes her head. “Nope. Same meaning. Same dad. Same mom. We came out of the same vagina.”

That answer disgusted Mike. “You fucked your own brother?” Mike asks. Azia states, “Humans have such a hang up about that kind of stuff, but for us Fae, it’s actually quite common.” Mike looks like he’s about to throw up. “That’s disgusting. Now, I really have to take this off of you, if this type of sick stuff you’re going to use it for.” He tries to yank off the amulet again, but to no avail. “What part of he can’t take it off do you not understand?” Cora asks. “Oh yeah, why?” Mike asks.

Cora answers, “For one, you can’t take it off by normal means. It requires a high-level of magic, which I can only assume you don’t have. For two, think of his luck right now as a swing. Right now, it’s all the way on one end, which we’ll call the good side. If he takes it off, his luck will swing all the way to the other side. The bad side. His luck will be so bad, he’ll probably be dead within a few days.” The next words out of Mike’s mouth shock you all. “So? What’s your point?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’s your point?’” asks Cora, trying so hard to manage her anger. “Yeah, so he dies. Serves him right for stealing my property,” Mike says. You point out, “You gave this to me.” Mike snaps back, “Yeah, well, that was before I knew it worked.” He tries yanking on it again. Mike seems so determined to get this amulet back. Who knows what will get him to stop, or if anything can?