Then again, he was feeling a little funny and increasingly more intense than usual and logic and reasoning were not fitting that agenda. Was this a trap? Had his drink been spiked? More importantly, did he care?

No. No he did not.

With a few strides he finds himself embracing the complete stranger with a bear hug, at which point Copia becomes fully aware that something is at work in his system and that he intends to take full advantage of it.

“Fuck it, I’ll follow you.” His voice came out a bit more of a seductive whisper than he meant it to, but he accepted it.