Evening Out

That evening, when Ms. Smith lays down in her cheap cotton bedding, the Mage takes the driver's seat, and puts her under a basic sleep spell. He gets up, puts the bracelet back on, and checks Jasmine's closet: It's mostly full of worn down T-shirts and jeans, but she does have one tight black dress and a pair of heels.

Checking the time, the ancient entity goes through his host's papers and finds a bank statement - including Jasmine's checking number - and uses her phone (via facial recognition) to to one of his investment firms’ websites (making sure NOT to save the credentials), sets up a one-time disbursement, plus a scheduled disbursement of funds… then logs into the one used for his prior host, and cuts that guy off: He'll be a little upset, but the rat no longer has the power to do anything about it.

A man can collect a lot of regrets over the ages, what's one more?

Shaking what is, currently, his head, the ancient entity goes back to the woman's wardrobe, and jots down her sizes. A few orders for AM overnight delivery on his host's phone at locations where he already has s set up, and almost all of the actual work for the night is done… which means it's time to play.

Bracelet already on, the man looks up the nightlife in town, picks a nightclub, and puts on the one dress Jasmine has (along with her heels). Grabbing her purse, phone, and keys, he leaves the house, and heads out via invisible air travel, courtesy of magic. The very confused map app points the way, and in ten minutes, he's at “The Local Dive”.

It's a surprisingly upscale bar: There's a six foot tall muscle mountain of a man with a tight-fitting black shirt that just says “Bouncer” who is actively checking the ID of everyone who goes through the door. The patrons are, by and large, well dressed: The men in line are all in either trendy clothes or suits. The woman are in dresses showing highly variable amounts of skin.

The Bouncer of course doesn't react as the Mage flies invisibly past, into the women's room (hugging the ceiling), and into a stall… where the ring lets the two spells drop. He flushes, walks out into the perfumed air, washes his host's hands, and walks into the party proper.

The dance floor is a maze of gyrating bodies and flashing lights. The music is loud and thumpy. The DJ is screaming at everyone to get out on the dance floor… and about half the patrons are already out there. The symbiotic soul s the crowd, enjoying the press of bodies of the young enjoying their youth.

When the borrowed body gets winded, the mage notes how long it took, heads to the bar, and sits down. He then orders a glass of water. It's delivered by the bartender in less than a minute… along with a martini. The barkeep points out a young man with a red tie. The ring smiles, looks the man straight in the eye, and shakes his borrowed head.

He does down both beverages, however.

After a five minute breather, he gets back out on the floor, and dances hard, enjoying the music, lights, and other patrons… until the body is winded again, at which point he mentally notes the time, and repeats the break… with the same results. After the fourth such cycle, he calls it a night rather than going for a drink, and walks out the front door.

“I kind of miss getting tipsy…” the man thinks to himself as he recasts his flight and invisibility spells, heading back to Ms. Smith's house, where he kicks the heels off of pained feet, casts a few maintenance spells to make sure Jasmine won't suffer, brushes her teeth, and cleans up…