"Design. Cause that doesn't sound like all kinds of stupid just waiting to happen. Didn't you learn a damn thing back home Parker? The hell are you trying to do?"

The other patrons of the cafe were just slowly packing up and leaving. Misty didn't blame them. She was about two seconds from flipping the table out of sheer irritation, and then who knew what would happen. The little magic trick didn't do anything to alleviate that irritation; if anything, it just made her angrier.

He was doing all of this, all this wild shit, and it was going to end just as badly, it had to. Why couldn't he just stop for once?