"Your punishment is for a year. If you can survive for a year without your powers, then you will get them back."
*****
Kiley sat at the bar cursing herself again. It was her stupidity that had gotten her into this mess. Here she was, a centuries old succubus, hitting on people at a bar like some sort of overly horny pick up artist. But a girl has to eat, right?
Kiley flipped her long, curled red hair over her shoulder and scanned her surroundings. She frequented Killian's Brewery regularly. The usual drunks were sipping their lives away at the bar. There was a party of eight giggly blonde twenty-year women in the corner. There were a couple a guys playing pool and eyeing the gaggle of girls.
Kiley smirked at them. She was glad she wasn't human and didn't have to deal with raging hormones. But she did like where they led.
Time to pick a meal. One of the guys playing pool? Too easy and not appealing. One of the blondes in the corner? Appealing, but too difficult to get one away from the pack.
Suddenly the door opening and in walked in a pretty brunette with red eyes and messy hair. Perfect. Kiley loved cheering up sad girls. The brunette darted towards the bar, opened a tab, and got a scotch. She immediately sat down in a booth and whipped out her phone and some Kleenex. She began to alternate between furiously texting, drinking, and wiping her nose.
Kiley picked up her drink and plopped herself down in the brunette's booth. "Bad breakup or bitchy friend?" asked Kiley.
The brunette startled, "Oh! Hi! How did you know?"
