One part Snake Venom+
One part Snake Blood+
One part Snake Soul(burning bits)+
One part Choice Whiskey(Vodka)=
^^ The Devil's Liquor ^^

--- Sam ---

"Cruel little witch." She shook her head dejectedly, and wrapped hands around my hips.

I smiled and leaned close, kissing her collarbone, the highest I could reach. "Silly Pussy." I giggled.

---

Freya gasped, her grip tightening, and I smiled, pulling her down for a quick, sweet kiss on her soft lips. "Now I'd love to show you something great." I grinned.

She raised an eyebrow, about to make a dirty joke, and I narrowed my eyes, shushing her quickly before she ruined the moment. I sighed. "You don't have a romantic bone in your body." I sighed.

I quickly pulled her downstairs, and into the basement, my hands over her eyes when I opened the door.

I turned on the lights, and she whistled. We stood in the doorway to my Weir Bar. "I sell Magic Drinks to Weir and even Humans. Only White Magic, of course, with the humans. And the barrier at the door strips all magical affects, so the magic goes away when you leave." I said proudly.

She smiled, turning slowly to take it all in. I stepped through the doorway, and sighed as my magical disguise disappeared, forcing me to grow a few inches and a few pounds.

She smiled. "You really don't like your real body?"

"No. It's too fat." I growled, poking my giant bust.

She growled gently, and pulled me into her arms. "No it isn't." She purred, kissing my lips gently.

I smiled and leaned into her, snuggling, even while standing. She was awesome at cuddling, that much was true.

I smiled again, against her lips, and pulled back. "Don't lie to me." I pouted, testing her.

She smiled. "We both know I'm not lying. I'm not an idiot. You're testing me again. I don't care. I deserve it. But you're not fat. Now what's with the bar? Do you get customers?"

"I do, but only at night. It's only open during the night hours. Which means it opens in about two hours, so I have time to make some drinks." I grinned and gently smacked her ass as I skipped by, hopping the bar.

She growled playfully, and followed. "Okay. What first?" She asked.

"Well, I start with standard whiskey, do you know anything about mixing drinks?" I asked.

She nodded. "My brother is a bartender, he was actually looking for a job... Ha." She smirked.

"Bring him by, I'll put him to work. Anyway, yes, so mix some shots, and I'll show you the magic." I laughed.

She quickly had four shots on the bar, and had her hands on her hips proudly.

I smelled each one, and nodded. "Amateur, but serviceable. Now watch and learn."

I washed my hands, and then gently dripped a drop of pure magic in, just like earlier, (but no killing of mice), and it glowed blue.

"That is a drop of pure magic, and I've laced it, and every other drink in this room, with changer magic. The stuff I use to change my body type." I explained.

She nodded. "What's that one do?" She asked.

"I don't know. It's random, that's the fun. Men have been known to have DD tits, blue skin, and pink hair by the end of the night at my bar." I giggled.

She laughed. "Sounds awesome. May I?"

"Go ahead." I pushed it towards her.

"Wait... How long does it last?" She held it to her lips.

"About four hours, give or take, depending on his severe a change. The Sex Changes usually only last about two hours. And it all dissolves at the door." I shrugged.

She nodded and tossed the shot back, and I laughed as her hair turned silver, with streaks of blueberry blue. She looked at the mirrored walls, and grinned. "Ooh, I'm gonna have fun with this..."

"No, you're gonna make me more drinks." I said sternly, then smiled, starting to pour about two hundred shots, lining then up down the bar.

Freya sat and watched as I dripped a drop of magic into each Shot, eliciting different colors, and one started sparking like mini fireworks.

At exactly 10:00, a few of my regulars started drifting in, and I smiled.

"Oi, Sammy, who's the cat?" My Aussie friend shouted, in her normal boisterous manner.

"I'm her Soulmate." I grinned.

She blinked. "Well fuck me, never thought you'd settle down, Sheila... Dammit, you know how many bets I just lost? AAAAAH!" She yelled, groaning in annoyance.

I laughed. "Yeah yeah, get over yourself, ya Aussie bitch, grab a drink!" I grinned.

She laughed at the bitch joke, (as a Australian Shepherd Dog shifter) and snagged the sparkly drink, tossing it back.

Her blonde hair turned black, shortening to a spiky set of Liberty spikes.

I laughed, nodding. "Nice. Pay up, darling, I love you, but this is a business."

She pressed 200 into my hand. "Oh! You haven't met my mate, have you? Here, Leia, come here, luv. She doesn't bite."

"Damn..." Freya sighed, and I snorted in laughter, surprised at her random innuendo.

I smiled at Leia. "Hello, lovely. May you annoy Shay for many years more, hmm? First timers first shot is on the house, unless you want a full drink?"

She nodded. "I-I'd like a pint, actually..." She mumbled.

I laughed loudly. "Oh you'll get over that shyness quickly here, doll face. Here ya go." I filled a pint of Guinness, and slid it across the bar.

She snagged it and hid behind her lover. I smiled gently. "Don't be scared of me, dear, I'm the last person to ever hurt you, right with your girl there. Sit here, where we can keep an eye on you, hmm?" I tapped the bar, directly in my line of sight.

She sat down, and Shay sat next to her, kissing her cheek. "It's alright, luv, like I said, she doesn't bite."

She snuck a glance at my fingers, and I nodded. "Yes, I am a Black Witch, my dear. Yes, I have Marks on my knuckles. And No, I don't eat babies or kill kittens. Raccoons though, yes, and mice." I shrugged.

She blinked, and I smiled. "Basically, I'm harmless, my dear." I said.

"Marks?" Freya asked.

I showed her my knuckles, which were branded, as all Black Witches's were. "The glyphs make it so that the Council can track me, and know what spells I cast, at all times. They're permanent. I can't even hide them." I smiled sadly.

She growled and kissed each knuckle slowly, and I winced. "Don't, don't do that. They're permanently fresh, so... Ow." I hissed a little at the fresh wounds stretching.

She growled and kissed me, apologizing repeatedly. I smiled and enjoyed her attention, despite the whistles and claps from my customers.

She pulled back, and I smiled at her. "You're adorable... And tasty... Someday I'll learn just how tasty... Think on that." I winked.

Her eyes widened, and I felt her waist swell gently. I laughed as she growled. "So rude." She said.

Shay laughed. "That was a right bitch move there, luv."

I shrugged. "I test her control all the time. I'm still a bit sore at her." I said archly, raising an eyebrow.

She whined cutely and hugged me, and I smirked. Shay laughed loudly, and nodded. "Well she's trained well, that's for sure." She said.

Little Leia smiled as well. "What are you angry about?" She asked.

"Well, when we first met, she lost control of her Beast, and Arthur had to pull her off of me... It was a few weeks until I was able to be in the same room as her without Abby as a buffer." I said softly, stroking her arms, where they wrapped around my shoulders.

Her eyes widened, and she seemed frozen, in the now-silent room. Freya ducked her face into my throat, kissing my skin gently.

I smiled and pulled her to kiss my lips. "Stop pouting, or I'll bend you over my bar, baby." I grinned. She laughed and I nodded. "Good. Now who's up for shots?! I wanna see some magic, babies!"

Several people came up and ordered drinks, and I laughed and handed them out, placing the cash in the register.

One man came up, and sat down at my bar. I spotted the marks on his knuckles, marking him as a Vegetarian Vampire of the North Germany Clan, and nodded.

"Was seid ihr trinken, Freund?" I asked in crisp German. (What are you drinking, friend?)

"The Devils Liquor?" He asked in accented English.

I hummed. "Do you have a snake?" I asked.

He grinned, setting a sack on the bar, which held a king cobra. "King Cobra. Good?" He asked.

I nodded. "Aye... This'll be good, mind if I make myself a shot?"

"No, no, have fun, just save some for me." He grinned.

"Good..." I hummed, pouring a small bit of vodka into four shot glasses, getting the glasses ready, then rinsed them out.

"What is that?" Freya asked.

"A cobra. I'm milking it." I shrugged. "Or Shay is. Shay, milk this Cobra for me?" Shay darted a hand into the bag, and snagged the snake by its head.

Shay pulled it out, and Leia leaned away, scared, but I assured her it was fine. Shay milked the cobra into a full glass, until it ran dry, and I grabbed it from her.

"ALRIGHT, ANY WITCHES OR VAMPS IN THE HOUSE, WE GOT TWO DEVILS LIQUOR'S COMING UP FOR YA, YOU KNOW THE PRICE!" I hollered, killing the snake and pushing its death magic into the four glowing shot glasses.

I poured the snakes blood into the shots, and grinned when the Vamp licked his lips. Then I spread the venom evenly over the four shots, and then topped it off with the whiskey, and pushed the snakes soul to the top, where it came into contact with the whiskey, and blazed blue.

I looked at Freya. "This shot will knock me out, so don't hold me responsible for anything that happens next. And don't fuck me. That's pretty much it." I shrugged.

She smiled. "Rude. Like I would... Okay, fair point, I deserve that." She shrugged.

Arthur and Abigail came in, and I waved, holding up my shot of The Devils Liquor. Abigail looked at Freya worriedly, and I smiled.

'We'll see' I mouthed to her, winking, and toasted my shot to the two white witches who paid for their own shots, plus the Vamp, then tossed it back. It didn't actually burn, but it was absolutely delicious, and extremely spicy, so I loved it.

My vision blurred immediately, and I leaned against the bar, shaking my head.

I leaned against Shay, and giggled, kissing her sweetly. Freya snagged my against her chest possessively, growling, and I gasped, moaning. I pulled her face down to mine, and she placed a hand on my mouth, surprising me.

I nibbled her fingers, and she groaned. "Dammit... Abigail?!"

I clung to her, growling at her unwillingness to kiss me. "Damn you, kitten, come here!" I pouted, and she smirked, handing me to Abigail, or trying to.

I clung to her, and Abigail ended up pulling both of us up to my room, and then she knocked me out with a simple finger on my jugular.

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I opened my eyes slowly, groaning in debilitatingly blinding pain. "Why the hell does my brain hurt?" I growled weakly.

"You drank something you called 'The Devils Liquor' and then became very affectionate with a bitch named Shay." Freya growled from nearby, pulling me into her chest, which was still clothed in her shirt and bra from last night.

"Oh? You met Shay? Good, she's a regular, and one of my friends. And only I call her a Bitch. She's a SheepDog." I grinned slightly.

"Oh I meant a completely different meaning. Her mate was there as well, and She still let you kiss her. Repeatedly." She growled.

I laughed. "Clearly you've never gone to a 'Straight' college girl party. She doesn't want me, not like that. And I don't like her like that. But she's soft, and she is a very happy drunk. And I'm an affectionate drunk. I didn't screw you, did I?" I asked suddenly.

"No, you specifically told me not to fuck you before you took the shot. Speaking of, why would you drink blood and cobra venom and flame?" She asked.

"It's a Witch Brew. I probably also put the snakes death magic into it. It is good for vampires, as they can't get drunk any other way, and also witches, because we're all technically Vamps already." I shrugged.

"I'm confused?"

"Well, we survive off of death, literally, just like vamps. The only difference is that we can use the excess after we eat it for the life essence. And we're immortal, just like Vamps, as long as we eat Death Magic." I shrugged.

"So that was like a V8 shot for you? Full of vitamins and minerals and seven different vegetables to promote a longer life?" She smirked.

"... I hate you." I groaned at the reference to that vile drink.

She laughed, and I clutched my head at the loud sound. She immediately stopped, and handed me a small pill and a glass of water.

I shook my hand at her. "Nein... Aus dem- faugh, get the white vial on my counter..."

She went into my bathroom, and then handed me my hangover cure. I sold it in Rio by the boat load during Carnival and in Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and also the Fuck Parade in Germany. (Wild party, all three of them.)

I ripped the seal off and chugged it, and leaned back, feeling my head clear almost instantly, and shook it gently. I sat up. "Ow. Alright, now for a shower and I have to open shop."

She blinked. "Just like that?"

"Just like that. My hangover cures are magic." I winked, and started stripping, walking into my bathroom.

"Ha-ha yes, witch jokes are very funny." She said dryly.

"Shut up and strip, my dear. You stink, and not in the good way. We're getting a shower, and if you have to wear a blindfold, do so." I shrugged, turning the water onto hot.

"Mm... No sexy thoughts from me, I love baths." She purred, stripping and sliding into my tub, moaning in happiness.

"I thought cats hated water?"

"Tigers love it. In the Jungle, it's so hot that Tigers will sometimes sleep in extremely shallow water, so as to keep cool. It's essential to survival, so we love it, naturally." She refuted, leaning her head back.

I hummed and entered the water, straddling her waist slowly.