White: queen's pawn d2>d3

Brooke wrinkled her nose. "This drink smells like dirt! And it's creamy! What is this?"

"Africoq!" the waitress replied ("Emma", according to her nametag).

Ashley's eyes widened. "What did you say about cock?"

"No, Africoq, it's a liqueur!" the waitress laughed, her English accent difficult to comprehend over the pounding dance music. "It's made from African herbs or something. It tastes sort of like apricot, it's great!"

The girls shrugged, clinked glasses, and dumped it back down their throats. Brooke coughed slightly on hers, before smiling bashfully through cream-streaked lips. "Another round!"

"Yeah, it's addictive, isn't it?" the waitress agreed, then returned to the bar to fetch some more.

"I love the taste, and texture!" Brooke announced.

"It looks like cum!" Ashley shrieked, grabbing her cell phone to click a photo of her embarressed friend. The girls laughed and teased each other until the waitress returned.

"One for each of you, plus one for me!" she declared, and the bachelorette party participants cheered.