"And... lipstick," Lily said, smearing the ruby red substance on her lips, making a subtle pout.
The black haired, blue eyed bombshell that stared back at her in the mirror was absolutely irresistable. She couldn't help but grin a little. Tonight was going to be a good night, she could feel it.
After double checking to make sure that her horns and wings were magically concealed, she returned to the bar, scanning around for some fresh prey.
"TOUCHDOWN!"
Her search was interrupted by a loud, obnoxious cheer from a table next to her. When she looked over, she saw what appeared to be a brown haired, muscular college aged jock, staring intently at one of the television monitors which appeared to be showing the latest Superbowl game. Attached to his arm was a dainty blonde, with piercing green eyes and a smooth complexion. From her not-so-subtle glances at the man's fly, it was clear she cared far more about getting into her boyfriend's pants than she did football.
It seemed she found her new target. Now she just needed a distraction, but for an experienced succubus like her, that was child's play.
With a flick of her wrist, the man's stomach started grumbling and he looked down in surprise. His girlfriend gave him a puzzled expression.
"You okay baby?" she said.
"I, uh, think there was something in those nach—".
But before he could say another word, the jock's face blanched as he jumped out of his chair and made a mad dash for the restroom.
"Whoa, honey? HEY!" the blonde shouted, but her boyfriend had already barricaded himself in the restroom. She looked surprised to say the least.
"Perfect," Lily said to herself. Doing one last check with her hand mirror to make sure she looked her best, she approached the table.
"Your boyfriend tried the nachos, huh?" Lily chuckled.
The blonde laughed nervously. "Yeah. Are they that famous?"
"Well let's just put it this way," Lily said, grinning slyly. "They don't call them the 'colon cleanser' for nothing. If they live up to their reputation, he'll be in there a while."
The blonde chuckled at that. "I'm sorry, what was your name?"
"Oh me? I'm Lily, I'm a regular here. Would you like some company while you're waiting?"
The blonde smiled, a little apprehensive, but nodded. "I'm Amber. I'm a student at the University of Tampa."
"Oh really? I go there too! What do you study?"
"Biochemistry," Amber said.
Lily smiled and nod, but internally she couldn't contain her giddiness. Damn, what a catch! She knew she shouldn't jump the gun, but damnit, she needed a little taste. She flicked her wrists underneath the table, closing her eyes in bliss as she felt a little bit of the girl's intelligence feed into her body and invigorate her. This was the good shit right here.
"Uh, hello? Earth to Lily?" Amber asked.
Realizing that for all intents and purposes, she'd been sitting there with a smile on her face like a dumbass, she cut off the connection and opened her eyes.
"Sorry," Lily said, smiling politely. "Just lost in thought. So what classes are you taking? I have a friend in biochem, and I want to know if the horror stories are true."
Puzzled by what she'd seen, but not thinking much else of it, Amber continued, "Uh, well I'm taking Film Appreciation, Chemistry, and, uh, Microecuh... ecuh..."
"Microeconomics?" Lily finished for her.
Amber's cheeks flushed at being corrected like a child. "Um... yeah," she said, looking downward.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Lily said. "I get the same way when I've had a few drinks."
Looking down at her half finished glass of cider, Amber nodded, seeming to accept the explanation. "I guess so."
Lily grinned. Smart and adorable! The night was young, and Lily was famished. It was time to push a little further.