Vixen raised the glass to her eye, suffering a similar, if lesser, relapse into the past. Blue. Oh joy. She thought to herself, casting her look through the glass around the room at the distorted, off-color figures. She looked at Eva with a slight sense of concern, and then sipped at the wine, the unfamiliar taste tickling her lips. It was indeed something very special.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
