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Magnus, Josh, Phil, Zeus and their newest member Aiko were back at the bar after turning the ogre over to the girl’s family. He’d been causing them trouble for weeks, doing blackmail and extortion as ogres do sometimes, and it seemed like their noodle shop would be serving an interesting new variety of soup for a few months.
The bar was a place for the supernatural community to gather, get wasted and plot mischief as required. It was marked by signage of a stallion leading an onager, and known far and wide as “The Horse’s Ass.”
“What do we need the kid for?”
“The kid has a name” Magnus interjected.
“When you do something useful you get to have an opinion” Zeus said.
“How about when your IQ rises over room temperature I’ll give a shit about yours” the former scientist riposted.
“Fuck you” Zeus rejoined eloquently and flipped the table over spilling everyone’s drink. He snapped the table in half and wielded it as easily as an escrima stick.
Magnus stumbled off of his stool, grabbing in his coat for the device he called his ‘dinosaur prod’ a design he passed off as his own, but had actually stolen from a former lady friend. She’d stolen both a design of his own and later his hand so he didn’t feel bad about it at all.
