Teachers pet

"Bad idea. This is a bad idea. A very very bad idea." Xander reread the recipe.

Catherine Madison's aphrodisiac recipe.

He didnt need this. Probably. Maybe. Kinda sorta. It couldnt hurt right?

Ms. French was into him. She was. She liked the X man. She dug him. She all but hit on him in class. She had invited him to her house. He was going to her house for... special lessons. Wink wink.

So obviously he didnt need an aphrodisiac.

Obviously.

And yet....

He knew his luck. He was living the fantasy right now. He was living the dream. He didnt want to wake up to harsh reality.

So this was just to make sure. Just a... a... guarantee.

Picking up the D20 he found last week he began to toss it from hand to hand. He paced his bedroom. His brain throwing up thirty or so bad ideas almost immediately. He couldnt just show up with a jar of freaky looking liquid. A classy foxy lady like Ms. French wasnt going to drink goop out of reused jelly jar.

"I need a way to make this work. Think brain, think. I need a way to make her drink the aphrodisiac." He tossed the D20 and bobbled the catch, letting it hit the ground and roll to a stop against the tv stand.

Picking up the D20 off the ground Xander barely paid attention to the 18 he had rolled. Instead he was paying attention to the tv. The TV that was playing the old Bruce Willis movie Blind Date. Xander watched as the scene on the screen was Bruce drugging a box of chocolate candies. Injecting booze into the candies to get Kim Basinger drunk.

"Ah ha." Xander turned his attention back to the recipe. "I love it when a plan comes together."