[i][/i][center][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/iasHidX.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/DP7VoTG.png[/img][/center][right][b][code]The Vanburen Estate[/code][/b][/right][hr]

Shane poured the whiskey into the glass... but seconds after the last drops went in several strands of fabric came from the side and wrapped themselves around the glass. The strands were several different colors at once but appeared like spiderman himself had shown up. Instead of the webhead, it was Shane's sister Sabrina who had a flat look on her face as she had her hand out. The strands of fabric were coming off of her fingertips, and the glass was carefully and gently pulled away from Shane. Despite his sister's delicacy, a little bit of whiskey spilled on James ol' hardwood bar counter.

The girl sighed as she manifested a rag out of thin air using her abstraction and walked over and wiped it up. She didn't even look at Shane as she said, [color=coral]"Let's not drink now of all time, we need a clear head, yeah?"[/color] Her voice was low, and her phrasing was a bit awkward. She sighed as it all was wiped up and then she took a seat next to Shane.

[color=coral]"I don't think going to fight the cult is a great idea... what if one of us gets hurt? Or what if we hurt one of them? I don't really want anything bad to happen to anybody."[/color]