I stare at the slightly pink-ish water in the glass. One gulp, and I can experience the bliss and euphoria that we went through during that week. I bring the glass to my lips, and just as my lips touch the glass, as I take a sip of the somewhat sweet water, I manage to calm myself, breaking away and pouring the pink-ish tap water down the sink. Just that one little sip, and I already feel my body warning up, and a feeling rushing down to my lower body. A primal need. Damnit, this isn't one of my best moments, now I'll have to deal with these urges for several days.
The pink tap water is safe to drink, whatever it is, but it's an extremely potent aphrodisiac. A month ago, our water supply was somehow filled with it, and the result was chaos. Everyone grabbing whoever was closest to them, screwing anyone and everyone they could, a non-stop orgy for days, before the effect wore off, and people switched to bottles water. Since then, people have had trouble looking at each other, and talking to each other.
As I leave the house, my neighbour sees me. I try waving and say "Good morning, Mrs-" but she gives a quick nod, and rushes back to her house in embarassment. I can understand that, I may or may not have knocked her up during the week everyone was high on whatever was in the water, things will be... awkward for a while, especially since both of us remember rutting like animals.
On the train, things are dead quiet, all you can hear are the automated announcements, and the shaking of the vehicle. No one can bring themselves to look at each other. And the worst thing about it? We all enjoyed it. We all probably want more, but are afraid of our public image.
Work goes by seemingly normal, besides the awkward silence, but something feels wrong. As if... everyone is waiting for someone to make the first move, to provide an excuse for everyone to give in. Expectant glances, awkward stares, anticipation.