To most, the woman in the expensive evening gown was know as Mrs. Murphy, to friends Mary, but when she looked in the mirror her given name was “Who...e”. Taking a long, strong swallow of Crown Royal, staring at the burning crackling logs in large marble fireplace, Mary’s thoughts wandered to love. Like a child longing Santa, she desired that special person who held her tight at night. The one with whom she’d cry and laugh over old movies and jokes. The person with whom she sit in bed, drinking. I have even seen it on friends using tinder and you can't help but think; "really? You're swiping left or right just because the guy happens to be a little darker or lighter than you 'like'." I know that the default "standard" in beauty has been white for a very long time and to some extent still is, but I would of thought that by the time of the 21st century people of all [legal] ages would of clocked on that old chestnut and known better to let it mess with their view of people in their. Everyone else followed Sean but the shotguns continued pointing outwards. Martha brought a flashlight that was over a foot long that probed the shadows around them."There's no one tainted by a Warlock nearby that I can sense." Brennan told the group. "I don't sense a Warlock either but they have hidden from me a few times in the past." Are you a, um, a sniffer like David was?" Udit asked.Brennan shook his head and said, "No, but I've learned to sense their ... I guess you could say I can sense. "I suppose I could, but those are pretty boring questions compared to 'What are you looking for?' Besides, I already know that you're from the mid-west. Probably Michigan?"Ada's eyebrows raised. "Indiana. How did you..." Your accent. But you're not answering my question. What do you want, Ada?"She smiled externally, but sighed inside. What I want, you can't give me. No one can, at least not yet. And if I tell you what I want, you'll leave me tonight for one of these skanks. She snuggled up.