Kitty Juice?

You linger on the tacked on sign.
"Kitty Juice?"
{if Weekday = 0
}{if Time <1900
}Nadia's smile slips a little, but she recovers, pulling out a pink crystal pitcher from beneath the bar.
"Matthias's special concoction." She {else
}Gavin practically giggles, pulling a pink crystal pitcher from beneath the bar. "My dad's personal creation." He {endif
}{elseif Weekday <4
}{if Time <1900
}Matthias smiles, reaching under the bar to pull out a pink crystal pitcher. "My personal creation." He {else
}Gavin practically giggles, pulling a pink crystal pitcher from beneath the bar. "My dad's personal creation." He {endif
}{else
}{if Time <1900
}Matthias smiles, reaching under the bar to pull out a pink crystal pitcher. "My personal creation." He {else
}Nadia's smile slips a little, but she recovers, pulling out a pink crystal pitcher from beneath the bar.
"Matthias's special concoction." She {endif
}{endif
}pulls the stopper, pouring the iridescent pink liquid into a small pewter tot. "First one's free."

You hold the cup to your nose. The aroma is strange, not particularly sweet or off-putting. When you drink it down, a warmth suffuses your throat, then your chest, spreading into your nipples and down your stomach until it reaches your loins.
"Oh...oh my..."
{if Weekday = 0
}{if Time <1900
}"You...like it?"
"I...I think I do..." {else
}Gavin smiles. "It's good, isn't it? Even I like it..."
"Yes...yes it is." You absently wonder why he put it that way. {endif
}{elseif Weekday <4
}{if Time <1900
}Matthias gives a small laugh. "Good, isn't it?"
You can only nod. {else
}Gavin smiles. "It's good, isn't it? Even I like it..."
"Yes...yes it is." You absently wonder why he put it that way.{endif
}{else
}{if Time <1900
}Matthias gives a small laugh. "Good, isn't it?"
You can only nod. {else
}"You...like it?"
"I...I think I do..." {endif
}{endif
}You can't explain it, but yes...it is good. And somehow....it makes you feel a little dirty. And for such a small libation, it packs a wallop to your head.

"Anything else?"