to loosen her up.

My camera is working exactly as I thought it would be on Candice, setting the power to a lower setting has not turn her into a obedient lover just yet, I prefer it that way, this way, she can be used to teach Peyton things, things in the bed room, afterall, Candice is definitely a more sexually experienced lady than Peyton.

"Candice," I say observing her fanning herself and her unbuttoned jacket. "Would you like me to get you a drink. You look thirsty."

"Ye... Yeah... Drake. I could use a drink." She replied hazily.

"You two can keep chatting." I smile at both of them. "I can get Candice something to cool her off."

I left Peyton to deal with Candice in her mental haze. She almost looked like zombie with her blank stare and slurred speech.

I made it to the bar and was immediately stumped on what to get. Celebrities have these very specific diets that they follow so rigidly. As much as I'd like to order a jack and coke for Candice and myself, I don't think that a runway model would be caught dead drinking anything with soda in it. I had to think about fruity beverages that were at least a little healthier.

Thanks to the bar tender, I didn't have to think too hard. He suggested a frozen sangria. That sounded perfect. I told him to use brandy instead of the wine he was about to use. The higher the proof the better, right.

I got two drinks. One for Candice and the other... for Candice. I won't lie though. The **** is pretty tempting, but I want a clear mind while I corrupt others.