Merriam the Mermaid washed up on shore at ten on a Saturday night. The bars along the shore were hopping. She had a little trouble getting her land legs under her, but once on her new feet, she made straight for the brightest lights around.
Inside the bar was dark and smoky. She didn’t let that deter her. All she needed was to lure ten men into the sea where her tribe could turn them into dinner. Then a quick trip back to the sea witch and she’d be back in business.
She opened her mouth to unleash her siren song, but the bouncer stopped her.
“Karaoke night is Wednesday. Come back then.”
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