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The Aphrodisiacs Drink Meme

Welcome to the drinks meme! Use RNG or pick a drink that catches your fancy. Effects are coupled, so the more the merrier (and kinkier)! All drinks include powerful aphrodisiacs and the bar features handy private rooms stocked with everything your fantasies require.

1. red - juicy red apple spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. effect: extreme, sudden arousal. You need someone, anyone, and you needed them yesterday.

2. orange - fresh orange juice with vanilla-laced champagne. effect: voyeurism. who cares who's watching? you want it right here and now. Or maybe you're the one who's into watching?

3. yellow - sweet and sour lemonade topped with meringue. effect: violence. angry hatesex can be more fun that it sounds...

4. green - lime sparkler with coconut and green tea flavors. effect: jealousy/yandere. You'll crave your partner desperately, and no one else can have them.

5. blue - crushed blueberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: domination. You'll have the urge to beat someone into submission. Make them the dog they really are.

6. purple - crushed blackberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: submission. You'll submit to any demands, and pain becomes the greatest pleasure. Who knew bleeding could feel so good?

7. pink - sweet sparkling champagne with strawberries. effect: loving. Your coupling will be adoring and loving. Onlookers will puke from the sweetness.

8. black - licorice and chocolate liqueurs. effect: The strongest of them all. There's no fighting the urge to fuck after drinking this. Even the most stoic of people can't resist this drink.

9. brown - coffee with hazelnut and cream. effect: energizing. You'll want to go all night, nothing can stop you. Multiple orgasms are nothing.

10. white - frozen coconut with jelly balls. effect: extreme bondage. You'll be frozen in place and desperate to be bound.

11. grey - earl grey tea with honey. effect: genderswap. Not the prettiest of drinks, but it will make you into the prettiest (or most handsome) belle of the bar. Just a sip gives the unbearable urge to crossdress.

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"Yeah."

Wow, when did she get so shy? Erica downed the rest of her champagne, and leaned a little closer to him, shoulders brushing. "I know it's stupid, but... It means a lot. So thanks."

"It's not stupid." No, it wasn't. It was actually sort of nice to have someone that wanted him around. Him and not his computer or his access to his dad's files or to get closer to Scott.

"You look pretty tonight."

"Thanks," came the response. Erica moved a little closer to him, tilting her head to the side and grinning a bit. "So do you."

She moved closer and he looked down at her, brows raised in curiosity. "Oh? Um... thanks." He looked down at himself, his usual plaid and jeans ensemble accompanying him and him not thinking much of it. But hey, if it made her happy...

It suited him. Granted, he cleaned up nice, too, but he looked good in plaid and jeans. Playfully shoving him with her shoulder, she laughed a bit, cheeks suddenly pink. "You're welcome."

Reaching up, Erica toyed with the collar of his plaid shirt a little bit. "Why do you wear so many layers?"

"I don't wear that many." Just his t-shirt and the plaid over it. And maybe his hoodie. He was scrawny. He needed padding.

But he liked the way she was playing with his collar, trying to look down to see her hand but not being able to. So he settled for looking her in the eyes. "What's wrong with layers?"

"Nothing, nothing!" She laughed, the sound a little too giddy and what was in those drinks? Alcohol wasn't supposed to effect her. "Just curious what's underneath, that's all."

"What's, uh... underneath?" He felt himself flush, his eyes dropping to the low cut v of her shirt as she asked that. He'd found himself wondering the same thing about her and it was hard not to keep staring down that inviting little valley.

"Well, yeah," she responded, moving her hand from his collar to his collarbone. "I mean, you're in sports. And I think you're literally the only one I haven't seen without his shirt on," she continued, finally noticing where his eyes were. Her lips turned up slightly, and she shifted a bit, sticking her chest out a little more. "Even in gym, you always wore baggy clothes."

Because she'd looked. She'd always looked at him in the classes they'd shared, even if he'd never looked back in return. He was tall, and when she could see his arms, they looked toned, but it was hard to tell with all the layers and t-shirts and sweatshirts.

So she was curious. Even if he wasn't fit, Erica was pretty sure he still looked good. This was Stiles. She'd think he'd look good in anything.

"I'm scrawny." It popped out, his eyes darting back up to hers as he licked his lips nervously. She most definitely was not scrawny. She was smooth curves and things to grab on to that had him feeling like he wanted to drape himself over her right now.

He didn't, couldn't, not here at a bar on her birthday. Way to be a creep, Stiles. But she was touching his neck and he could feel his skin prickling from it, making him lick his lips again.

"You are not," she said, admonishing him. She reached down and squeezed at his bicep, eyes catching on the movement of his tongue at his lips. "This is solid."

God, Erica. Stop with the innuendos. If she kept pressing up against him and touching him, his arm wouldn't be the only solid thing there.

He turned more towards her, not really able to stop his hand from coming up and tucking hair behind her ear. "Bony. It's bony."

Her skin tingled where he brushed it to move her hair, and she leaned into his touch a little bit, shaking her head. "No way. That's muscle."

"Now you're just being nice." And she smelled good. He leaned in, nose almost brushing her hair to take another whiff. Really good.

"Maybe. But it's also true." She trailed off as he leaned in. "Did you just smell me?" But she didn't sound disgusted by it. In fact, the question was punctuated by a soft giggle, and Erica leaned in close as well, pressing her nose up to his neck where his pulse was.

"No... maybe." His eyes closed as she nosed against his neck, his hand lifting to rest in her hair. It was so soft. He ran his fingers through it, playing with the strands. "If I did, I might say you smelled pretty good."

"So do you," she murmured against his skin, a hand snaking around his waist. Now that she was this close, she didn't want to pull away or let go. She wanted—needed—to be closer, to hear his heartbeat and feel his skin against hers.

She was warm and she was touching him and he was pretty okay with that. His arm moved to slide around her shoulders, holding her a little closer as she seemed to be okay with settling there. "Ha, not nearly as good as you."

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