"Has our mother not warned you enough about the dangers of consuming Red 40?" Despite his chiding tone, Enoch is smiling as he watches Crysta arrange her radioactive-looking shots. He rarely has real alcohol at parties, but maybe she can tell that even he's gotten caught up in the mood. Pride Night was a real undertaking on her part, and unquestionably a success.

Enoch touches the rim of the first shot with his finger, but doesn't pick it up yet. "How many of these have you had already?"