"But, I can offer you a potion that would most definitely transform
you," the innkeeper said, disappearing into the back for a moment,
before returning with a platter that had several test tubes with
stoppers in them. They seemed to glow in various hues, none of which
seemed particularly revealing as to their nature.
Carrie reached out, snagging the first her fingers touched. "This'll
make me change? Awesome!" she snapped.
"Madam," the innkeeper said calmly, "Perhaps you should..."
But it was too late. Carrie's irritation had made her move quickly.
She popped the stopper off and downed the tube of liquid before he
even had finished his mild interruption.
"You don't want to play, John?" Carrie said, still irked. "That's
fine, but I'll be damned if I let you stop ME from having a good
time!"
"Jesus, Carrie...all I said was that I didn't want to be a fuckin'
pumpkin!" John said, getting upset. He'd started to reach for a vial,
but she was certainly not helping the situation. He wasn't in a mood
to play now at all.
"I can already feel something starting," Carrie said, her voice low
and vaguely seductive. She was either turned on or trying to turn him
on. "I can already feel the moon...it's rising right now,
John..calling to me..." she sighed, and ran a hand across her face,
wiping her brow. Her nipples were at attention. "In just a minute or
two, I'm going to be able to change.."
"That's what I was trying to tell you, madam..." The innkeeper
drolled. "That potion you drank..it..."