Ahmes was in love with Decorum, Spethi was making goo goo eyes at a chair in the corner of the bar and Akne was buried under the bodies of several women. This could only mean one of two things-Akne had gotten extremely lucky and that never happened or Neffy had turned loose another one of her love potions.

The question Akne asked himself in these situations was always the same- should I take complete advantage of this situation and hope the women don't kill me when the potion wears off? What was it his mother used to tell him? "never take advantage of someone under a spell unless you could get them to think you were under one too." There was also that sage advise from his good old dad- "in times of trouble, run." OK so that last pice of advice did not apply to the situation, but it was still nice to think about.

He looked over to the two women and their slightly gapping gowns...should he? could he? he hated moral dilemmas. For one thing, he had no morals; for another, he always chose wrong and they came back to haunt him. Laying back down on his back he looked at both the positive and the negative: he'd have sex, but he'd also later get beaten by a room full of women. Decisions decisions.

He had almost decided to just give it up and leave them alone, when he felt the light caresss of someone on his foot. Lightly touching, kissing and BITING. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

Akne shot upright, only barely spotting Alli running out of the bar. Akne looked at his foot and noted that the toe was still attached. He'd had a cat like that once- pet it and it would purr and then bite and run away. He hated that cat.

Looking around, he noticed that his scream of pain had had littel effect ont eh occupants of the room. Ahmes was spooining with Decorum and Spethi was now stroking that chair very fondly. Ankhesen was muttering something about Tayfun and Asenath had grabbed his leg and was using it as a pillow.

What was the darn cure for these love potions again? Akne mused to himself. It seemed they appeared avery few months and eventual wore off. If he didnt think of something soon, Ahmes would be maried off to Decorum and lord knows what Spethi would do to that chair. Asenath would probably sleep it off. What could he do to speed things up? Maybe that really nasty red wine would do the trick. Getting up slowly to not disturb Asenath, Akne reached onto the bar for the nasty reconstituted wine. Pouring several glasses, he left them in teh proximity of the lovebirds. He knew them well- even nasty stuff would be drunk if it was free.

In the meantime, Alli wandered outside after her narrow escape from the foot. She was still under the spell of that love potion, and had a hard time concentrating. That camel really looked cute today as did the sun. Of course the sun was too far away and she hated long distance relationships. The camel was closer, but it spit all the time and she hated spitters. She was in dangeroud straits- just about anyone would do...Even Tayfun.