#relivethefear

"...Where is the holy water.."

Moonshine was content with where he was, at a bar with a group of strangers he'd hung out with enough to start calling friends- maybe. New York wasn't that bad a place, honestly, if you found the right way to live; the human's occupation paid for round after round, and more. 

Drinking what he was named for, he was beginning to loosen up some, leaning his chair back on its hind legs, his own coming up to rest on the wooden table. He was still earning praise for his many bar tricks when he started on the 'magic' ones, white eyes glinting brightly.

"It is quite easy, really," Moonshine began to explain, fishing out a set of car keys from his pocket. Further inspection would have revealed the Chevrolet logo; someone with all their functions might have questioned that, seeing as how Moonshine arrived in a Ford, but that was beside the point. 

Speaking of, Moonshine began to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, literally revealing that he had nothing up either of them. Everyone was too busy, either looking at his eyes or his hands, to notice the faint, swirl of a burn, like the lick of a flame, spanning from the base of his wrist and wrapping around his forearm.