Roofie’d Reminders
By Limewah
Patron Reward for Izzy (July 2023)
18+
Sneak Peek

It isn’t often that Izzy invites me out for a night on the town - he doesn’t go out super often compared to most of our other friends. He’s an anxious boy. But that’s part of his charm. 
If he’s inviting me out, it’s just gonna be the two of us. Sometimes I’m just there as a wing-cat as he has an adorably awkward date with some cutie he met on a dating app. Sometimes I’m there as a shoulder to cry on when that date doesn’t end up leading to a long term thing.

So far, he hasn’t said what’s up. And it almost seems like he’s just out for drinks. No strings attached. He seems more relaxed than normal too. After a couple drinks in a quiet-ish pub where we can get the small talk out of the way, we’re both ready to head out for a dance. I can’t wait to get properly sweaty with this bunny - he’s actually a pretty good dancer too, once his inhibitions drop away.
We dive into the thudding sea of sound at Purgatorio, and head straight for the dance floor. I sway and curl like a charmed snake, he shuffles and slides and twists like something out of an 80s music video, and we both absolutely kill it out there. We can tell there’s eyes on us, and soon there’s other warm sweaty bodies pressed against us in the space - we sent out our joyous energy into the club, and the rest of the club felt it, and joined in.
Once it really got going, though, it was always a bit much for the bunny. So before we can get separated by the other dancers, I grab his wrist and mime drinking a glass of water with the other hand (no point trying to shout in this place) before tugging him through the crowd. 
The relief you get from stepping out from a packed dance floor… it’s like jumping into a cold bath on a hot day. The relief, and release… almost better than sex.
Almost.
We take our places at the bar and I get us a couple of pints of water  - to drink, not dump over ourselves, as much as I’d kind of love to do that. Izzy adjusts his earplugs and shifts a little bit.
“You okay?” I ask him. 
“Yeah, all good, just the seal’s a bit… there we go!” He looks relieved as he smiles at me. “Phew…”
“So! What’s the reason tonight?” I ask him as I slide over his water.
“What’s the what?”
 “Whenever we go dancing it’s because you have something on your mind! So what’s up?”
“Oh… yeah, I guess that’s true!” He laughed. “No, I guess.. Nah, I just wanted to cut a little looser tonight, and I know you’ll look out for me!”
“N’aww. So I’m your babysitter?”
“No!” Izzy sputter-laughs, though he genuinely looks a little bit taken off guard. I hope he realises that was a joke…
I give him a reassuring little bap on the upper arm, and he flinches back with a squeak. 
“Lemme get you a drink.”

We’re both feeling something fizzy and colourful, so we settle on one of the house ‘cocktails’ - just cranberry mint lemonade with vodka in it, really, but we’re not complaining. I glance towards the dance floor as I take my first sip - those writhing bodies are calling to me. I want more. But I don’t wanna abandon the poor bunny.

Speaking of which… I look back at him, to see him frowning with confusion. He’s smacking his lips. 
“Mmn. Dunno if I like this,” he said. “It’s a bit too sweet. Can I taste yours and see if there’s a difference?”
“Yeah, sure.” We trade off and I take a drink from his lemonade, and… it tastes exactly the same. Nothing tastes wrong with it at all.
“Nope. Don’t taste anything,” I say.
“This one tastes nicer to me,” Izzy says. “Mind if I keep this one?”
“Sure, be my guest.”
I’m feeling a little warmer. I haven’t drank in a while, or maybe the sugar’s hitting me. Not sure…
My crotch is feeling a little warm. I can’t help myself. I slip my hand down to sort of just rest on my shorts, between my legs.
Izzy's staring.
"Nikki… are you masturbating right now?"
"I don't think so… just feeling kind of horny." I wouldn't normally say that so bluntly but it feels right to do so right now. 
That lemonade's tasty. I take another sip.
"You don't even notice you're masturbating?"
"Nope."
"Because you aren't, right?"
Yeah, I'm not. He's right.

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