He glanced back again. Magh waved awkwardly. Tommy’s face turned red. He stared straight ahead and pulled away from the curb. An uncomfortable silence fell over the car, persisting all the way to the end of the block.
“Tommy?” Magh said when they reached the intersection.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“What is an… elf?”
Nila snorted and burst out laughing. Tommy looked to Frederica pleadingly but she just shrugged and snickered. He sighed.
“So where are we heading?” he asked.
“Valhalla Club,” Nila replied.
“The heavy metal bar?”
“Hell yeah,” she said. “I’ve been looking forward to going there for years.”
Tommy raised an eyebrow and shot Frederica another glance.
“I gave you an out,” she said. “Not my fault you decided not to take it.”
“I’m not complaining,” he said. “I’m just wondering how you plan on getting in.”
“That’s the easy part,” she replied.
Her skin shimmered for a moment and she transformed into a middle-aged woman, complete with wrinkles and greying dark hair. Nobody would ever suspect she was younger than fifty.
“Ta-da,” she said, and someone else’s voice came out of her mouth.
“Well, I suppose there are worse crimes you could be using your powers to commit.”
“We’re working up to those,” Nila said.
“No, we’re not,” Frederica replied.
“Hey, remember that time I agreed to go clubbing with you even though I’m not even old enough to drink?” Frederica said. “That sure was nice of me, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Nila said. “You’re the best.”