Potion

Mischa had given Gerald a small paper cup containing a thick brown liquid. He looked at it, knowing that it contained the potion that would swap them both back to their rightful bodies. He looked at it, and swirled it around in the cup. He watched as Mischa downed the portion she had set aside in her own cup. He gave another look at the liquid, and then another look back to Mischa, who was staring at him. He lifted the cup, but missed his mouth intentionally, letting the liquid poor down the front of his body. He didn’t want to give this body up. It was pretty obvious that he was intentionally missing his mouth, but he didn’t care. With no more potion, there’s be no way to swap back, and he’d have Mischa’s body forever. He could see his former eyes fill with rage as the liquid poured down his body onto the floor.