The waitress came back again, smiling at the obviously inebriated Carrie. "Are you doing alright, or do you want another one?" she asked.
"Actually...I was wondering...umm...about being bitten," Carrie said.
"You don't have to worry about that here, ma'am," her waitress said, "There's strict rules against involuntary infection. Even if someone DID infect you, the center could reverse it all anyway."
"No...I...ummm...WANT to be bitten," Carrie said.
"Oh...OHHH," the waitress said, smiling as she realized what Carrie was asking for. "In that case, I'll direct your attention to the item on the menu marked 'lycanthropic delight'."
She pointed to a drink on the menu, marked "Adults only!" A brief description followed. "20.00- A fine mix of various herbs and liquors, designed to give the imbiber a new perspective about fur coats."
"I think I'll try one," Carrie said, finally going through with her plan.
"Okay, but before I get this for you, let me ask....are you visiting us alone?" Her waitress asked.
"No, I just got married...I'm doing this as a surprise to my husband...who I lost shortly after we got here," Carrie said.
"Yeah...see what they don't tell you on the menu is that the change is....intense," the waitress informed her. "In most of us, it kind of...causes us to lose our inhibitions. I've seen straight men fuck other men, women suck two or three dicks in an evening, hell, I even saw a set of sisters just fuck the daylights out of each other. The patio usually just becomes a massive orgy.....you might want to get your hubby here before you drink this."
"Umm..wow, REALLY?" Carrie asked, almost unbelieving.
"Hell, it's why I still work here," the waitress said, "This place is DAMN entertaining once the moon's up. Speaking of which...you have about ten minutes."
"Well, I..." Carrie began.