"Hey yo Flapper!" Jasmine turned around with a sigh.

"What?" The woman poured alcohol all over her head, the liquid dripping down her body.

"How's that for your alcohol desire??" Jasmine growled and lifted her hand up. The woman moved up in the air in the same way Jasmine's hand did with a scream. Jasmine slammed her into a building and walked off. She's already done this ten other times today, it's nothing new.

"Damn, I just want food." She walked into a diner and sat down. After ordering and paying the cashier sniffed the air.

"Why do you smell like alcohol?" He asked.

"Eleven times today I've had alcohol poured on me." He nods and hands her her order.

"I seriously need to get home." Jasmine muttered, taking a bite of her food.