Aphrodisiac +

"Nothing too crazy," Paul explained, "It's an aphrodisiac mixed with MDMA, in about 30 minutes your "girlfriend" will be hornier than a tomcat. I had a friend of mine cook it up."

"What are you going to do to her?" Ken looked at him disgusted.

"Nothing she doesn't want to do, we'll just have a little chat, if she wants to head back to your room, you'll be seeing her momentarily, I'm a reasonable man not a monster," Paul shrugged and tried to look coy, hardly convincing with his hulking frame. Ken snatched the bag off the table.

"Not so fast," Paul grabbed his arm and gestured to the drink. Ken looked at the two glasses of champagne. He unclasped the bag and slowly let it pour into the glass. It fizzed as the powder dissipated.

"See you later Ken," Paul let go of Ken's arm and watched him slowly make his way back to Amy.

"Hey what took you so long?" Amy looked up from the fire.

"Was just talking with some family," Ken didn't make eye contact as he handed her the drink. She took a swig, frowned, looked at the glass then continued to drink. Damn, Ken had hoped maybe she'd put it down without drinking it.

They sat there chatting and drinking. Ken watched her take swig after swig, each time he'd feel a tension in his chest. He kept imagining the entire wedding laughing at him for making up having a girlfriend, how juvenile. Amy blabbed away not a care in the world, just relaxing under the stars. Once they were done with their drinks, Ken got up. "Well I think I'm going to catch some shuteye," he looked back at Amy seeing if she'd want to join.

"Don't wait up," she chuckled, "that floor didn't look very comfortable."

"Ya true," Ken looked at her. She was gorgeous. He wished he'd end up with a girl like her one day. Before he could have second thoughts, turned and left.