Witch Hunt

"Eenie, meenie, miney... moe."

"The fuck?! That isn't even fair!" Desdemona threw up her hands in exasperation, glaring daggers at Ophelia. "You totally skipped over Thell!"

"That's because this is his first Hunt," the witch shrugged, placing her hands on her hips. "If anything, you should be grateful that I'm being this generous with your brother."

"I am," Othello squeaked with a voice so high that stoners would get off on it. Desdemona shot him a glare to get him to stop talking, which he did.

"Oh, come on, Des," Tommy slurred, still stoned out of her mind from the weed she rolled. She always brought her stash on the annual Hunts so she could get into the zone. "It's not like you're actually getting on your knees for those other Mages. You're just gonna pretend you wanna fuck them. And they'll buy it. Totally."

"...I hate you so much."