Wraith

Practicing necromancy is quite a difficult endeavor. Firstly you need a subject, a dead body in layman's terms. Which depending on where you live is a surprisingly difficult thing to accomplish. Secondly you need to know all the proper spells and incantations my master Daniel had seen to that. Finally, this can be the most difficult of all. You need to learn how to talk properly. The dad loves to talk, but what they have to say is never particularly of interest to the caster.

For example, a skull on my Master's desk- permanently smoking a smoldering pipe.

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How was I to know?

How was I to know the consequence of trusting that man?

It's almost 10:00 at night, and I'm in the backseat of a two cab already almost too drunk to get myself out. I was pre-drinking because a girl who I have no chance with whatsoever invited me out to see her and her ugly friends. I was nervous, obviously, it had been a long time since I'd been in a relationship- even longer since I had felt the touch of a woman.

Soon after arriving the glorious Samantha had departed leaving me with her frankly unpleasant conversationalist of a best friend. She wasn't bad to look at but by the way that she talked you could tell that she had unfortunate opinions about immigrants. For the record I like immigrants.

Until after another comment or two passed the line she needed to use the bathroom, and I was left alone again; wondering if I didn't make it to the bathroom if people would notice if I pissed myself. Thankfully I made it to the bathroom.

It was there, relieving myself, and sobering up to the point of complete and utter despair, that he began to speak to me.

“hey chum, I can tell by your splatter patter that you might be in need of a friend?”

Leary eye and I looked at the stall wondering if this man was asking for sex or money or both.

“ naw I'm fine dog, thank you though”

Either he buckled his pants so quickly I didn't hear a noise or he would already been standing, but he burst out of the stall.” Sorry man, I'm not trying to be creepy or anything but I noticed you bombed with a couple of those girls out there and I remembered your shoes,”

“ Oh yeah?” I was torn between two unfortunate realizations. The first was that this was incredibly small bathroom with an incredibly long hallway that led to it. The second was that despite the situation this was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life.

“ yeah hold on let's get a proper introduction.” The man walked over to the sink, brushing past me with an electric flare. He washed his hands promptly, drying it first in the air by shaking and then on the back of his shirt. He then reached out his hand to me, an invitation to shake a clean hand.

“ Oh? Yeah.... Okay.” I reached out to shake his hand, but as I nearly brushed his fingertips with my own he swept it back up into his hair. Quaffing it up like you was some aristocrat from a time long gone.

“ Buddy , what are you an animal?” he chuckled,” Wash your hands first.”

“ Oh sorry” I brushed past them again to wash my own hands and then turned limp wristed and wet and shook it so hard I could feel it in my teeth.

“ my name is Daniel, would you like to engage in a little bit of tomfoolery tonight?”

It was then that I should have said no. But...

“What'd you have in mind?”

He smiled

”how about a smoke?”