[Evil Tink]

Mystic had downed his vodka quicker than Seth and his tequilla. Being a demon, he rarely ever could get drunk, unless he drank up all the bars in town and then some With a sigh, he nodded as Seth mentioned they should be going, "Indeed." He stood up, smoothing his shirt, "I've got some issues with the Council I've got to work out as well. They've been bugging me for the past 4 hours." He chuckled a bit, shaking his hiead.