[ alright, john - she'll meet your challenge. sally leans forward a little now too, her chin propped on a palm with an elbow on the bar. ]

Black magic, [ she says, no more hesitation. ] Involving my gross super-dead corpse, and the heart of some dude my roommate killed.

[ which is bad enough on its own, really. but she's drunk, and she doesn't quite process when to quit. ]

But there were all kinds of strings attached. See - like, with magic like that, you either have to feed it or you rot, actual rot. And it's hungry for flesh. I mean, animals work, eating - like, mice and cats and shit, that'll work for a while. But not forever.

[ all without breaking eye contact. then her brows flick up for a second as she tilts her head, like 'chew on that one'.

and that's not even the punchline. ]

And that? That was just the first time.