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"Before the lecture?" I pop in to my room and grab my bag, not letting the door close while I do.

"Sadly not. What about you? Any after effects, or did your shift do exactly what you said it did?" She waits as I lock my door and then starts heading down the corridor towards the exit of our flat. Judging from the state of her hair, I suspect she hasn't been awake long.

"It worked," I say. "I'll have to remember it and shift when I get back to my room next time I go on a night out."

"Not on the street again?" she jokes.

"I'm going to try not to, but I wasn't thinking completely rationally at the time."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised."

We move on to dissecting the rest of the night, though it really does seem as if Jeremy is right about what happened. We all went out, had some drinks, and danced. But that's what makes it fun. I want to be able to spend time with my flatmates like this.

I just hope that next time I do better at not making a complete fool of myself in the process.

8

Krissi

"Want to grab a coffee before practice?"I ask Grace.

"For all that flies, yes," she half-groans. "I'm still hungover from last night."

"Did you have a good time? I didn't see you." Even though I had a great time with my flatmates last night, I did hope to run into my friend too.

"It was fun," she says. "But I think I have more fun at cheer events."

"That makes sense. We have more in common." We head into the coffee shop and a cheery woman waves us over.

"I hope she has a hangover cure coffee," Grace mutters.

"That bad? It's been hours."

"I'm surprised you're not feeling worse. Did you not drink much?"

"I drank plenty," I admit with a grimace. "But I may have made an ill-advised shift on the streets and it cleared my mind."

"Lucky," she mutters. "I wish I could do that."

I raise an eyebrow, wondering if this is when she's going to tell me what she is. It's rude to ask, so it's always better to wait until someone volunteers the information.

"Welcome to Pixie Cups," the woman says. "What can I get for you?"

"Is there anything that's good for hangovers?" Grace asks.

The woman's lips quirk into an amused smile. "It's one of my most popular requests. You can add a shot to any of our coffees for just fifty pence."

"Great, then I'll take a skinny latte with a shot of that, please," Grace says before turning to me. "What about you?"

"Chai tea, please."

"Do you want an extra shot in that?" the barista asks, gesturing to the board behind her.

I scan down the options, noting the wide variety, including a shot of alertness, and a shot of clarity. I'm not sure how those things are different, but I'm impressed by the array on offer, I don't think our magical coffee shop at home does this many.

"I'm okay, thanks."

"No problem." She turns from us and starts making our drinks.