Mikkish chuckled. He was talking about the four Locos he drank. Any experienced partier/drinker knew that would fuck a guy up for days.

"Jesus." Mikkish said, to the guy, Joseph, who shifted his eyes to those of an eagle "Come on, man. Save it. Here I am, hung over, not in the mood for shit like that."

This guy was probably just messing around, probably thinking nobody ever saw magic like that before, and Mikkish hadn't, but he wasn't all too surprised. He read about shape shifting in the book, but just didn't see the value of it.

Mikkish turned around again to let out over the railing once again.