Seymour + Cass - "Date rape entreé"

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"Mr. Niples" she called across the expanse of the suites main reception room as
she moved towards Seymour "I've been expecting you. I'm Regina Butcombe her
Royal Highness's new major-domo; will you walk into my parlour?"
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Seymour looked around suspiciously, wondering if this was some sort of trap. His eyes settled on her and he stepped forward to shake her hand. "Ms Butcombe, I'm very pleased to meet you." He said, shaking her hand up and down enthusiastically. "Although I have to admit, her royal highness has never mentioned you."
Seymour continued to look around suspiciously.
"Don't worry Mr Niples." She said. "It's not a trap. You probably haven't heard of me because Brittany is so busy with matters of state, what with being also the Queen of Mollopod now too."
Seymour made a tutting sound. "By matters of state, you mean wild parties and getting absolutely wrecked. I know what she's like!" He said. "She should start looking after herself, all that alcohol and partying isn't good for her womb."
"Her... womb?" Cass said.
"Yes. One day she'll have to give birth to the future Monarch."
"Oh I see." Said Cass.
"Yes, and I don't mean I want her getting pregnant by some hip youngster from the latest fad musician (if you can call it music these days) who can't keep his little pierced genitals in his low slung pants. I mean a REAL man, a man worthy of seeding a woman of noble birth and royal blood."
"Right." Said Cass, not really sure how to respond to this. Instead she settled for starting over. "Like I said, I'm Regina Butcombe. Can I get you some wine?"
Seymour nodded. "That would be delightful Ms Butcombe." Seymour said graciously.
"Please make yourself comfortable." She said, walking to the minibar (which was as large than a normal bar). When she came back she noticed Seymour had sat down on one of the five sofas in the large room. She placed a silver platter with two wine glasses down onto the glass coffee table, and poured some Chateau Haut Brion into the glasses from the bottle.
Without Seymour noticing she slipped a tablet from her fingers into the glass. The drug was intended to knock it's victim out in less than 30 seconds. Cass had bought it from a dodgey looking man standing in a back alley in Fourth Base, selling all sorts of date rape drugs. Cass bought enough from him, and then kicked the smeg out of him for being a filthy and immoral human being. Before she'd pummelled his face into the floor he has promised her that this drug would be impossible to taste if you used it to spike someone's drink.
"Oh... the Chateau Haut Brion" Seymour said, fidgetting nervously . "Have you got anything better?"
Cassandra froze. "Better?" She said, then she checked the bottle. "This is premium antique wine. This one specifically was made from grapes picked from a rosebush from the garden of Philippe de Chabot."
"I know, I know." Seymour said. "But it's old hat these days. The universe is a wealth of new experiences and opportunities. Have you got any antique Mollopod wine, theirs is absolutely excellent! And very fashionable at the moment with the upper classes ever since Queen Brittany became took their throne."
Cass looked at the priceless wine she'd poured, especially at Seymour's with the drug in. "Fine" she said, and took both glasses to the kitchen where she poured it down the sink.
She opened a new bottle. "Mollopod Slugtastic 1945" she read out. "Is this the one?"
"Splendid!" Seymour said.
She poured into new wine glasses, and again slipped a small tablet of the knockout drug into Seymour's glass. She handed it to him.
Seymour sipped the wine and swilled it around his mouth. Cass watched eagerly, waiting for him to swallow, and then waiting for him to collapse soon after. But instead of swallowing, Seymour reached for a glass and spat it out.
"Is there something wrong with the wine?" Cass asked.
"No, the wine is lovely. It has a very slimy texture which all Mollopod Slugtastic is famous for." Seymour said. "But a true wine taster doesn't swallow, you must know that?"
"I... of course." Cass said, and necked her glass. Seymour was starting to annoy her. "How about a entreé?" She reached for a tray of small titbits. They were tiny pastries with some pathetic sort of fish pate sticking out of the top. They were extremely pretentious, so Cass hoped Seymour would go for them.
"Oh delightful!" Seymour said, reaching for the tray, but Cass pulled them away from him. She'd forgotten that she needed to lace these with the drug. She took the tray to the kitchen.
"Is everything okay?" Seymour called after her.
"Fine, fine, I've just forgotten something very important!" Cass said, and came back a few minutes later after she'd stuffed her last tablet into one of the morsels.
She only had one tablet left, and made carefully sure that she put it in the one entreé which she was sure Seymour would eat. She even arranged them into a pile so that the drugged one was on top – the one which Seymour would surely go for.
"Here you go" She said, and then made up an excuse for why she'd taken them away "I forgot to pile them up like this."
"Oh nonsense my dear, they were fine before." Seymour said. "I'll just eat this one right from the top..."
Inside her head, Cass jumped for joy.
As Seymour reached for the entreé on top, his hand slipped and he knocked the tray. All entreés fell into his lap.
"SMEG!" Cass shouted. There goes her last tablet. "I'm so sorry." She said, and tried to pick the entreés up out of his crotch. Cass let out a high pained sigh, knowing he'd never eat these now.
"Don't worry." He said. "I know this suit is clean because I had it specially dry cleaned today on Fourth Base drycleaners, they promise to get out everything. In fact it's probably cleaner eating from my lap than from that tray."
Cass nodded in relief. The game was still on. She sat down and watched as Seymour ate the first entreé. They had all become jumbled and so she didn't now know which one contained the drug. She'd just have to wait until he'd eaten them all.
"That was lovely." He said. "Is there anything else?"
Cass shook her head. "No. Just those."
"Oh." Said Seymour. "I'll have to eat all these then."
Cass nodded, and waited for him to eat them all.
"Oh how rude of me." He said after scoffing another. "Did you want some?"
<Tag Cass, do you risk eating one and becoming drugged yourself? Or does Seymour eat on and fall asleep? You decide!>