I'm not beaten by this yet
"Oh, well that's a fucking relief," she said, glad to hear about the bar.
"I used my magic....against someone who....is a friend of mine."
"Now that's quite the problem, Cupcake." (Hey, at least it wasn't Blondie.) Ingrid gave a toothy grin. "But you didn't fuck your mom. C'mon, that's something, right?" Ingrid leaned back, putting her hands behind her head. She watched Oliver take a proper swig, and she gave him a nod of approval. It was the first thing he'd done that didn't piss her off. She looked him up and down: blonde hair, sad puppy eyes and all. "But how tough could your magic be if you've only had it for a month? What'd you do, splash him with a bit of magic water?"
You can't tell me to regret
