--- Sniff Your Creamer First -- 305 -- SHADOWS (original) ---
Morning meant soft daylight, which meant premature consciousness.
Vinsett needed coffee. Somehow, he managed to stumble into the kitchen, pull a mug (a pink one, his eyes registered, but his brain was too muzzy to connect pink to feminine) from the cabinet, and pour coffee into it.
Inhaling the aroma of coffee helped to wake him up some. He pulled a tiny spoon from a drawer and opened the refrigerator door. The creamer was right there, in the shelf in the fridge, and he poured some creamer into the spoon, and transferred the contents of the spoon to the mug.
A sip later and he jolted awake. If you could call his muzzy, wordless state awake. More like... physically aware.
Very physically aware.
I think.... I think... But it was hard to think. He kept trying to come up with words, and he couldn't. In fact, his brain seemed to have gone very, very fuzzy.
"The coffee..." He rasped. "...The coffee..."
The coffee tasted rather strange.
He took another sip. It didn't help clear his fuzzy brain. In fact, it made things worse.
Much worse.
But he didn't mind. He was rather busy trying to identify the new feeling that had consumed him. His body recognized it. It throbbed with it.
Lust? He wondered. He looked at the open bottle of creamer in his hand, sniffed it. Goat's milk? Just what the hell has been done to my creamer?!
And then Bellatrix walked in.
That was a nice flush on her face, he thought.
"Oh Zintzne, Vinsett, you drank the expiriment! Didn't you hear me warn you last night that your creamer had been moved to the tupperwear dish?"
"Expiriment? Warning?"
"...That's orchid root boiled in goat's milk, Vinsett! It's supposed to be an aphrodisiac."
That, he thought, would explain a hell of a lot.