Jennifer had been...different lately. Ever since the whole 'virgin sacrifice' attempt by some shitty indie band had accidentally made her a succubus, she had taken to finding other forms of nourishment. Not like it hurt your friendship any, her problem had actually made things more fun. Boys everyone hated disappeared, she could fly, and even bring out the demon face, which was fun to scare high people with. She loved it.

So after hovering up to your roof and climbing in through your window, she lay on your bed while you did your homework at your desk.

"He listens to maggot rock. He wears nail polish. My dick is bigger than his and I don't even have one," she said, in reference to a guy you dated.

"Oh, don't make me leave," she groaned after seeing your expression.

"Come on. We can play boyfriend and girlfriend like we used to..." she smiled up at you, stretching out on your bed.