Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm

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Chapter 77

The dinner was supposed to be simple. Coby put on the suit he brought, Lori put on a green dress that made Coby's eyes pop out and his heart stop, and they went to the restaurant the hotel provided. It was a Japanese style restaurant, meaning that they had a small cubicle to themselves as they sat down on the pillows provided.

Then things started to go wrong in a way.

"Hello, I am your waiter for today, and I will assure you that everything will be taken care of."

Coby looked up from the menu and gulped, "Bud?"

Bud smiled, "Yep! I'm going to make sure you have the best birthday present possible." He handed them their water and took their orders, and left for the kitchen. Lori began gulping down the water as Coby sipped at his. There was something a little odd about how it tasted.

It was after they had eaten their food and Lori had downed her fifth glass of water that Coby realized something was wrong. His mind felt fuzzy, and yet he could swear that Lori was unfocussed, swaying. It was almost as if she were…

Drunk?

Coby quickly turned his attention to his half empty second glass. He held it under his nose and sniffed. The odor told him everything. He and Lori hadn't been drinking water, like they had thought. It was Hydrohol, an alcoholic beverage that mimicked water in everything but smell. The only reason he hadn't noticed it before was because of the other scents that were in the diner, and Hydrohol's scent was not a strong one. Coby only knew what it was because Tyson had once drunk a bottle on accident, thinking it was water.

And if Lori drank five glasses, this can't be good. One of the more serious downsides to Hydrohol was that it could put someone in a heat of sexual nature, and that if they were denied, they became extremely depressed. This is SO NOT GOOD!

"Enjoying yourselves?" Bud asked, walking in to collect their plates. "I'm taking care of your check, so feel free to order any dessert if you want." He was about to hand them the dessert menus when Coby splashed him with what was left in his glass.

"The Hydrohol was a bad idea, Bud," Coby growled as he led Lori out.

Bud simply stood there in shock, "What Hydrohol?"

Coby quickly led Lori back to their room and told her to lie down. She did so, watching him as he removed her shoes and his, as well as his jacket and tie. Then she stopped waiting and pounced, pushing him up against the wall as she kissed him passionately and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Lori, wait," he protested, trying to fight through the haze in his mind.

"No," she purred, pulling his shirt off of him and rubbing his chest while she kissed and sucked on his neck. Coby's alcohol-hindered brain quickly broke under her seduction and he began kissing her back, his hands searching for the zipper on her dress as her hands fumbled with his belt. The next thing he knew was that he was on his back on the bed, with Lori on top of him and the only thing separating them was their underwear.

"We can't," he muttered, trying to regain control of himself.

"I don't care, Coby," Lori whispered softly, her words slurred and her voice heavy. "I want you, and I want you now. I need it badly."

It was then that Coby was able to come up with something far smarter than anyone else with a BAC that he had ever could. "Lori, how can we have sex while drunk when we've never done so while sober?" he asked. "One of us could loose control, and you could get hurt."

However genius it was, Lori was still under the effects of Hydrohol. She got up and ran into the bathroom, tears streaming from her eyes as she yelled, "I thought you loved me! I hate you!"

Coby got up and chased after her, only to find that she had locked the door. "Lori!" he called. She didn't answer, but he could hear her sobbing on the other side. He slid down to the floor, his back against the door as he felt his own tears come. "I'm sorry, Lori," he said, unsure whether or not she could hear him. "I just can't take advantage of you like that."

He woke up some time later to the sound of Lori being violently sick. Worried, he tried the door and found that she had unlocked it. He ran inside and helped her hold her hair back as her body got rid of the five glasses of Hydrohol, and then helped her clean up. He helped her to the bed and laid her down in it gently; curling up next to her when she said that she didn't want him to leave.

"Sorry for what I said," she told him.

"It's okay," he replied. "You weren't yourself. You were under the influence of Hydrohol. I won't blame you for that."

"Coby?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks for keeping your head on and not taking advantage of me, even though I wouldn't mind if you did."

"You're welcome. And Lori…"

"Yes?"

"Maybe some other time."