Trent put the potion down, just as his front door flew open.
"Hey dude! Where've ya been? I thought we were gonna hang out."
Trent smiled as his friend Nate stepped in. Nate lived in the apartment above his, and was one of those
outgoing
cheerful types. They had met when one forth of July, when an ill aimed roman candle flew into Trent's window.
"Hey Nate." said Trent "Want a beer?"
"Sure, but I gotta take a whiz real quick. Be right back."
Nate zipped around the corner as Trent grabbed two cans from the fridge. Trent sipped his drink thoughtfully.
The potion was on the counter, a faint light flickered in it. It seemed to say "just a little bit."
Trent wasn't sure what to do with it. it had to be some kind of crazy drug. Right?
A small smirk appeared on his face as he took the bottle and poured a dose of it into Nate's beer.
"Okay, I'm back." said Nate returning.
"Just in time." said Trent as he handed Nate his drink. "You wanna watch some football?"
"Sure."
Nate took a big swig of his drink before heading to the couch and and turning on the television.
Halfway through the game, Nate placed an empty can on the coffee table.
"I feel weird man." said Nate, wiping sweat from his brow. "I hoped I'm not drunk or coming down with
something."
Trent wondered if it was the potion or not.
"Let me feel your forehead."
Nate turned his head...