Bazonga Blast

You flush crimson as you stutter out the words "Bazonga Blast" in a voice barely above a whisper. Bambi giggles and you pray she doesn't make you say it again. Thankfully, she turns and begins to mix the drink for you.

You can't help but stare at her butt as she shakes the mixture up, causing her body to jiggle in a very pleasing way.

Your head quickly snaps to the side as she turns and sets the drink down and you close you eyes tight as you wait for the inevitable scolding for staring. But it never comes. Cautiously you open your eyes and find that Bambi is . . . gone. The teal colored drink rests on the counter in front of you but the woman who made it is nowhere to be seen.

Thinking perhaps she's just stepped away or gone to get a manager, you begin to sip your drink. Its good, a bit too fruity and sweet for your tastes, but it is ice cold. You can't quite place the flavor, but you feel a strangely alcoholic burn that settles in your chest.

After about five minutes you finish your drink, but Bambi is still nowhere to be seen. You curse yourself for missing the chance to ask her about an exit but decide to just continue searching on your own.

As you stand up and walk away from the stand, you absently reach down and undo the top two buttons of your shirt, relieving the strange sense of tightness across your chest.