Effy gripped her coffee mug with both hands, inhaling its scent before taking a gulp. "Jesus fuck," she muttered as the scalding liquid descended into her stomach. She sat the mug back down and pushed it away before she could make the same mistake twice. She knew she would be paying for that gulp for quite some time, and she knew it well. Time passed slowly as the two sat in silence, each listening to the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting the asphalt. 

Casey was not a man of many talents, but he was very talented in the art of keeping Gin and herself apart. With a soft, exasperated sigh Effy raised her eyes to meet Gin's. They drew her in with the power of a riptide; how she hated and loved staring into them. They seemed to tell her something that she could never quite grasp, something that she desperately wished she could grasp hold of. "Tonight will only work if you come to see me at Noir. I'm one of the swing girls tonight." she said as she pulled her coffee back to her. Noir was one of Holly Springs underground nightclubs; a den of lusty and, unknown to Effy, magically activity.