The "Missing Mist" Booth (Neon District)

Through the crowd of debauchery, a small wooden booth can be seen at one of the corners of the Neon District.

A young woman calls to the passerby, her long blonde locks luminescent under the fluorescent lights. "Come one, come all! A drink that is sure to leave all your friends under the table! A phantasmagoria of warmth and blurred senses! Guaranteed to make you tipsy with a single shot!

She holds a small-dark-colored glass vial before her, the opening sealed with a lone cork. Its label was written in a fine, tasteful script that read "Immaterial and Missing Mist."

A patron stops before her mid-sentence. "Miss, you do know that this is a city with a high count of meta-humans, correct? The meta-humans have a much stronger alcohol tolerance than an average person."

Her amber eyes crinkled in amusement, the man not noticing the barely hidden laughter as the woman's form shook. "While your concern is appreciated, it is unnecessary, good sir. I have variants prepared for any meta-humans who wish to purchase my wares. Even they can enjoy a fun night of intoxication."

"A meta-human under influence? That doesn't sound-umph!" The man was interrupted as he inhaled the fine vapors released from the newly opened vial. His eyes glazed over as a heavy blush encompassed his face. He stumbled away, leaning heavily on the glass panel of a boutique.

Mari chuckled to herself as the onlookers stared at what just occurred. "Buy twelve, get one free!"

She ran out of stock within fifteen minutes.

(The booth has been moved.)