Djinni Got The Juice!
One of the young men in black leather wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “I want power.” He looked around quickly, as if daring someone to make fun of him.
“Yeah,” another youth laughed. “Show us, man. We see, we believe. Got that?”
Froister smiled at them. With the merest flick of will, Froister turned into a puff of smoke. As the astonished gang members watched, he turned from a formless cloud into a stream that poured itself into the lamp. After allowing the wonder time to sink in, Froister re-manifested and solidified on the other side of the crowd.
“I want to do that, too!” one gangbanger exclaimed. “That’s ba-ad!”
“Me, too!”
“Me, man, listen to me! Me first …”