Zach strode confidently past the women (and one man) upon whom he'd just bestowed his affections. What a glorious day it was! Or was it night? It didn't matter. The whole town LOVED him, and he was glad to return that love. But his final goal was Kendall. Kendall, Kendall. She was sure to be drawn to him, just like the rest of Pine Valley!

He stopped a minute. Was someone following him? He thought he heard a sound- a giggle maybe? He turned. No ... no one. If someone had been following him he would not have been surprised, with the magnetic personality he now had.

He looked at the two other little bottles- well, if a little is good, more must be better, he thought. He popped the cork on vial number two, and took a swig. Better be as magnetic as possible before going into Fusion!

He wondered if Greenlee would be there. Hopefully not. He was so full of love, he'd hate to be the cause of more strife between Kendall and Greenlee, as they both would obviously want him. Everyone wanted him! Everyone!

Ah- as he approached the corner of 34th and Vine, he saw yet another Pine Vallier. He took another swig from his vial, grabbed the citizen, dipped him backwards, and gave him a huge kiss.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, SLATER!" gasped Derrick Frye.

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Zach sat morosely in the jail cell. He'd never even gotten in the front door of the office building, let alone on the elevator that would take him up to Kendall. And he was feeling dejected. The aura of invulnerability he'd had a few hours before was gone, leaving a dark bleak spot. And there was no way of getting the confidence back. Derrick had confiscated all his little bottles of potion. Actually, Derrick had smashed the one he'd been swigging from at the time they ran across each other at 34th and Vine.

Derrick came down to the cell, still wiping his mouth and looking disgusted. "You have company, Slater."

"What the hell is this all about! I want to speak to my lawyer!" came David Hayward's voice down the corridor. Half a minute later two cops threw him into the jail cell with Zach, who looked at him mournfully.

"You can discuss your manufacture of designer drugs with Slater, one of your customers," said Derrick. "He had THIS when we picked him up, and your prints were on it. We searched your cabin and found a SINK FULL of it!"

"That? That's drain cleaner! Zach is huffing drain cleaner and you're arresting me for it? Derrick- wait, where are you going- DERRICK!" called David as Derrick and the officers left the holding area.

"Great," he grumbled. "They've probably confiscated the whole batch. Took me nine tries to get that stuff to work with a low risk of sexual side effects."

"I never even got to Kendall," said Zach morosely. "Derrick was standing there on the corner, and ... I'm not sure what happened. It's a little blurry. But he broke all my little bottles of... what do you call that stuff? And don't say drain cleaner."

David sighed and sat on the cot. "Love Potion Number Nine. And it's all gone-- " He stopped a moment. "Well, not all".
he said, as a smile spread across his face. "I think there's a little in use at the Chandler mansion."

"At least," said Zach, a little bit of hope crawling back. "Kendall doesn't hang out over there."

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