Future History

Alexa sat at one of the darkened booths, with a glass of fire whiskey in hand. She watched as people went by, now her green eyes were fixed on the near by fire. Her thoughts lingered on the upcoming school year, knowing that some of the students are in the hands of the mafia. She snarled and she shot back the last bit of fire whiskey. She snapped her fingers and the glass refilled it self with the amber liquid. She wondered is any of her colleagues were about.