This entry is part 9 of 13 in the series (Vexing) Devil's Advocate

378127_10150441621792624_1477312954_nI wasn’t a drinker – not anymore, anyway. Too many stupid drunken stunts quickly taught me that alcohol was not a chemical compound that I should be paired with. But right now, I was wondering if there was anything I could find nearby that was stronger than the whiskey stashed in my desk’s bottom drawer.

“What are you thinking?” A coy voice brought me out of my thoughts and back into the reality of my comfortable (if a little cramped) office.

“Hmm?” I looked up from my desk and into the familiar face of Jhoira of the Ghitu. It had been almost a year since we had met under friendly circumstances. Since last July, we had only ever seen each other from opposing sides of a battlefield.

We had spent time on the same battlefield before then too, but that had always been side by side. Summoning eldrazi together, devastating entire armies (and landscapes) with massive shows of force, countering our opponent’s best spells. Just the memories sent a rush of satisfaction coursing through me. I shook it off with a concerted effort. I had spent a lot of time, on a lot of battlefields, with a lot of generals.

But you never forget your first.

“I asked what you were thinking?” Jhoira smiled at me.

“I was wondering if I could make a cocktail out of pure grain alcohol and antifreeze. And how much of that I would have to consume for this situation to become palatable.” I responded with a wry smirk.

What is it about redhead's that always gets me?

What is it about redheads that always gets me?

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