A finger pokes through the cloudy mass under the strange cloud creature. It looked at Bourbon. "There's nothing there." The creature told with an annoyed tone.

"Damn it." She sits back down on the floor, the creature flying near her face. "Are you some kind of fairy? Or are you a freaking elf pet?" She asked, avoiding eye contact.

The creature's face pouts. "I'm not a pet! I'm your fairy, Miss Bourbon!"

"I never told you my name! Got you!"

The cloud fairy grumbled and crossed its cloudy arms. "I am your fairy! I thought you liked them!"

Bourbon looked at her, nodding her head. "Huh, fairies are born out of... people's minds. They appear at their darkest time- Wait, This is my darkest time!? How!?"

The fairy shrugs, "I dunno, maybe you were always dreamin' about men."

Bourbon's eyes shrunk and turned to the fairy, with its blue beady eyes squinting. "I know what you are." She said, placing her fingers on her chin smugly.

"Oh if you really know everything about me, who was my first crush?"

"The Janitor at Highsea Highschool! Ya blushed when he lifted you when ya slipped!"

"What's his name then?"

"Hah! That's a trick question! You never asked for it!"

"Damn it!" She knocked on hard head. "I really should have..." She sighed, finding herself laughing. The fairy floats in front of her with its arms around its hips. "Well! You should at least name me right?"

"Wait, it's not default?"

"I can't think of a good name for myself after all. I know some of your experiences but hey! I don't wanna be no mini- bourby!"

Bourbon smiled; she took a deep breath. The fairy watched her stand up again, leveling with her head.

"How does Gin sound?" She chuckled, scratching her chin.

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"Gin?"

"I'm too tired to think of a good one so just sit tight with just Gin."

"Come on! Make it at least cuuuute! Cloudy? Jenny? Or at least Fluff?"

"I'm not calling you something THAT corny." She crosses her arms, eyeing the table she could see at the corner of her eye. "What can you do, little Gin?" She asked smugly.

The cloud fairy fluffed its cloud, then looked up in thought. "Cloud powers? I don't know! I'm just born today!"

"Oh, I see..."

"Oh, you're enjoying this. Fairy research?"

Bourbon smirked, raising her imaginary glasses made out of air. "Fairies' powers are always based on their element, location, and their owner's character...so it was said! Quick! Shoot cloud beams or something!"

Gin sighed a cloud puff. "That doesn't make sense but I guess I'll try." The fairy raises its arms with its closed eyes. Its cloud began to spew out tiny bursts of clouds, slowly dimming the air around them and fogging the area.

Bourbon coughed, annoyed but excited. "That's nifty." She said.

"I wish I could have been a Bubble Fairy..."

"Damn, same. Anyway, fetch me my bag. I'll break us out of here."

"So I still get treated like a pet..."

"Eh, We're still strangers."

"I'm literally mini-bourby."

"Just get the damn bag."

Gin groans, slipping itself through the bars, she floats her cloud to a table, finding the bag with blue bombs scattered around. The fairy gasps, seeing tools near the bombs.

She closed her eyes, holding both her hands out at the bag's handle. The clouds around her soon spewed out a cloudy hand, grabbing it by the handle. "Hells yeah!"

"Did you get it?"

The fairy floats smugly in front of her cell, slipping the cloudy hand with the bag inside.

Bourbon slips her arm through the bag, pressing the big blue button and releasing a bubble bomb with pink swirling smoke within it. "It's showtime!"

"Wait! Wait!" Gin waved her arms around. "Lemme have my moment!"

Bourbon sighed, pocketing her bomb back. "Sure, sure. Just don't fuck it up!" She said raising a thumbs up.

Gin rubs her cloudy hands together, holding out. Two cloudy arms formed around her cloud, grabbing the bars and splitting them apart. Bourbon walks through the split bars, looking at Gin. "You're pretty useful after all!"

"Hmph! I'm not just a pet!"

"Yeah, yeah. C'mere." She holds out her hand and rubs the fairy's head with her finger.

They heard bells signaling from the top of the building, followed by footsteps. Bourbon clicks on her bag, holding out two bubble bombs. "Bourbon's Back! Baby!"

An elven spearman with white hair charges through the dungeon, his face being met by a bubble explosion, blowing him back to the entrance and crashing into one of his comrades. The other soldiers peek inside the dungeon, their eyes being flashed by a yellow light and a lingering ringing stung into their ear drums.

They couldn't help but scream in pain, catching glimpses of a human girl tossing a bomb up and down with a cloud following her head.

She looked out at the window, finding a large training field and elves being gathered around outside some kind of marble floor.

"Huh, what's goin' on out there?" She moves her head backward, an arrow piercing through her blue hair. She immediately retaliated by throwing a water bomb from where the arrow came from, bubbles blasting all over his face.

She then gasps, finding multiple elves with bows lining up in front of her. She then turned to see more elves pointing their bows at her.

"Stand down, human! One more move, and you'll be demoted into a porcupine!" An elf demanded. Bourbon chuckled.

"That's a good one, Hey Gin?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you do the fog thing?"

The elves murmured as they saw the cloud fairy emerging from behind Bourbon's head. The air around them suddenly grew pale and thicker, the fog filling up the hallway.

The elves squinted their eyes, holding out their hands to cast wind magic to blow out the fog...

One of the elves suddenly gets slammed to the ground. The elves shuddered as another one of them gets flung up to the ceiling. The girl jumps in front one of the elves, throwing a bubble bomb into his mouth. The elf screamed as he felt his legs being grabbed by a soft tight grip and being thrown into a group of elves, a bubbly bombastic bomb booms them all away.

Bourbon pointed her finger to the entrance with a striking pose, Gin doing the same near her head. "Boom baby!"

"What's gonna be my catchphrase?" The fairy asked.

"I dunno, think one yourself!"

More marching was heard ina distance. Bourbon pulls out more bombs. Four fist shape

d clouds appeared right beside her.

"It's Ginning Time!" The fairy yelled.

"We'll figure out a better one later." Bourbon groaned, as they both yelled their battle cries!