"Nothing," says Jenny. "Was there anything else you wanted?"
You shrug, feeling a little deflated. "I guess not. Should I head home?"
"May as well," says Jenny. "I gotta run some errands before I go back to college."
You nod and head out of the house, giving Catherine a halfhearted goodbye as you do.
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Two weeks later
You haven't been feeling great, if you're being honest. You've wanted to try out the pills on somebody for the last two weeks, but something at the back of your mind keeps gnawing at you. You don't want to dose anybody without their consent, and the only women you know aside from Jenny, her sister Abby, and Catherine are your mom and Tina. You couldn't imagine going to any of them and admitting that you stole your mom's pills. Not right now, anyway. You've kept the container of pills in your front pocket the entire time, hoping that nobody notices the faint rattling noise they make. You're carrying around a dream come true in your front pocket, and you can't bring yourself to use it.
All that being said, you are feeling a little bit better now. Jenny invited you over for dinner with her family; it was just her, Catherine and Abby at the table, and they'd ordered Thai. You're carrying on a meandering conversation with Jenny, trying to sneak occasional looks at Catherine while Abby glares at the three of you from her end of the table. When you stand up to get a bit more water, Jenny heads up and grabs it for you. You take the opportunity to talk to Catherine.
"So, got any plans?" you ask her.
"Well, no," she says, smiling. You swear you're about to melt. "My husband is still out of town for...I don't even know how long at this point, so..." she trails off.
"He's probably banging half of New York," mutters Abby.
"Abigail," says Catherine, not taking her eyes off of you. She bites her lip a bit. "We've talked about this. He does his thing, and I do mine."
"Whatever."
Jenny comes back with the water, which you gratefully drain in one gulp. You forgot how damn hot curry can get sometimes; the relief is almost enough to make you ignore the strange taste and gritty texture of the water.
"Uh, Jen?" you ask, "Was that glass clean?"
"Yeah?" says Jenny, "It was the same glass you gave me."
You nod, turning your eyes back towards your girlfriend as she walks over to the table. Maybe you can ask her to take some pills tonight. Maybe--
Just as she sits down, you feel strange. What happens?
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