"Thanks, Alicia," Jess said absently, taking another deep drink of her absinthe.
She sat there for who knew how long, sipping slowly, helping herself to another when she was finished. As the cold water poured slowly through the sugar, Jess was hit rather wonderfully by the effects of her drink (she had always been a complete light-weight). Glass in hand, she wandered off, relaxing finally to the slight madness that had been ebbing and flowing on the outskirts of her mind since her first meeting with Absinthe.
Up, up the stairs she went, always looking for the golden-haired goddess. Jess made her way deeper into the apartment, into rooms she didn't recognize and places the average customer definitely was not supposed to be, until she found the fleeting fairy, beautiful as she remembered.
"Absinthe," Jess called, thinking back to high-school French, "Je suis ici."