JUNE 16th, THURSDAY, 2018, 10:24 AM

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Jen shrugged. "I've had.. harder drinks before." Jen said, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Her face was pale. Jen rubbed her head under her baseball cap. "It's uh.. just.. really strong." She turned to Zeke. "What the hell did you put in this?" Jen asked, pointing to her drink. "

Zeke chuckled, keeping his eyes glued on his phone. "I wouldn't worry about her, Ellie." Zeke commented, tapping away at it. Jen glared at Zeke. "She's way more fun when she's drunk, you know."

A swirling stream of sand ran through Jen's fingers and up her arm. That was one problem with drunk conduits. They usually didn't have much control of their powers. If the power is too strong and uncontrollable, you wake up the next morning and your little town's just been attacked. [i]Imagine.[/i] The voice rang throughout her head. [i]Harry gets drunk. He gets mad. The next morning, Macon is ravaged.[/i] She sighed. "Are you going to tell use the Syndicate info or not?" She asked, watching as Zeke tapped at his phone. "I'm trying to get to it right now." He replied, still tapping. "My phone's a minefield of apps. Hopefully we get some more people here, too. I'd like as many conduits possible here to listen to the news." Zeke lowered the phone, glancing at Eli's glass. "I don't think you need another drink, Eli." He said, glancing at the TV. Several sparks flew from it.