"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jessica asked for what had to be the third time that night.
Her sorority sister, a short, slight Asian girl named Macy, laughed. "Come on, Jessica, this is a fucking amazing idea. It's not every day you get to summon a demon. Can you imagine? Jessica, Alyson, and Macy, Demon-fucking-hunters. Hella." She flipped her long black hair back and struck a dramatic pose, hands on her hips and a determined expression on her face. It was enough to get a laugh out of everyone in the room, even quiet Alyson.
"Well.., I don't know. It's just...there's some things in the world you shouldn't mess with, you know?" Jessica wrung her hands. "Like, come on, you found this book in the back shelf of a weird hippie bookstore, it looks like it's bound with human flesh, there's weird drawings on the inside..."
Macy rolled her eyes. "Jessica. You know what's going to happen tonight?"
"What?"
"We're going to draw a circle on the ground with this shitty chalk I bought at the dollar store. We're then going to say a few stupid enchantments out of this fucking thing-" She raised the book in her hand "And when we don't summon a demon, because demons are fake and they aren't real, we're going to get plastered and end up drawing dicks all over the floor and think it's the funniest thing ever, which it is by the way."
Alyson nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. It was kind of weird, but not entirely unexpected, that she was wearing one of her LARP outfits. Alyson was drop-dead gorgeous, with olive-toned skin and gorgeous green eyes that caught the attention of nearly all the men on campus, but she was so...well, strange. She didn't talk much, wore weird outfits in public, and beat up nerds with foam weapons in her spare time. Jessica, who grew up in a small town where everyone wore flannel and went square-dancing on the weekends, wasn't quite sure what to make of her. It was baffling that Macy, the stereotypical California party girl and Alyson were so close.
"Well, I guess..." Jessica tried not to think of what her staunchly religious grandmother would say if she caught her summoning demons in the basement of her sorority house. "Can we get this over with quickly, though?"
"It would go faster if you, ya know, helped me and Alyson with this fucking chalk circle bullshit."
Macy had insisted that they copy a chalk circle from the book, because of course she did. It was more complicated than they had first anticipated, and the bottle of wine Macy had opened for 'motivational purposes' wasn't helping much.
"You guys are almost done. I would just be in the way."
