The First Virtue

With his heartbeat thudding from disbelief, Michael sprouted his great wings and took off into the sky towards the source of the voices.

Just as he expected, he saw the two people he never imagined he would see again in the midst of a small group.

"Mother! Brother!"

"Hello, sweet boy!"

"Greetings, brother."

Michael narrowed his eyes as he realized that maybe his family wasn't quite right.

"What… are you two drinking..?"

The mother and son pair looked down at their hands.

Both of them were holding an icy glass filled with a slushy-like concoction.

"Oh, the waitress at the restaurant seemed to be find your brother quite attractive, so she brought us these of her own volition."

"I have never had a 'frozen margarita' before, but I confess that this treat is quite delightful… though detoxifying this draconic alcohol takes some concentration."

Valerie: "You're ruining the purpose of drinking it!"