Holly had a week’s worth of vacation in Las Vegas, but she had bought the non-refundable tickets when she had a boyfriend to travel with. Now, not so much. She had tried to round up another friend to come with her, but the list she had at hand was rather short, and so, after three days in Vegas, Holly found herself alone in a bar. Her chin rested on her hand she looked at a wall through the fuzzy haze of a buzz and slightly crossed eyes. She didn’t even think much, because invariably her thoughts turned to the drek her life had become, and no happy ending that could come from that.
She took another sip from her beer mug and washed the bitter amber liquid down as quickly as she could. Then a presence invaded the space right next to her. She could hear the energy that it had before she turned her head to see a witch sitting on the stool next to her. But even wearing a long pointy hat, black gown, and striped purple tights was not enough to hold any one's attention in a Vegas