One must have recently gotten her shadow altered, because she kept moving so the light would catch it and project her new self onto the wall. It had horns and wings, like a succubus.
It was beautiful.
"My mother haaaates it," the girl was telling her friends, voice slightly slurred.
She gave a hop and hovered in the air for a moment as her shadow wings luttered, and a few patrons glanced over admiringly.
"Mom says that when I try to get a real job, I am going to regret having something I can't hide, told her it was my commitment to never selling out."