Okay, here it is ... the story of Love Potion #69!
See Cupids go through the academic ritual of learning, as in most fields. Yes, I said Cupids meaning plural. The population explosion has quadrupled the need for little Eros's. (Cupids)
The University of Aphrodite (Love) has many fields of expertise such as Angels, Cupids and Muses. Mending broken hearts, love potions and spells. Archives of Birth Records and notation of sex sprites are recorded (Sex sprites are flashes of energy radiated in the universe any time any one has sex). Along with research and development to enhance the feelings, strength, quality and length of love.
Well Cupid #16969 fucked up, big time, excuse my language. Over in the 'Eros' building, on the second floor, in room 216, Cupid #16969 was practicing for the test, again. Cupid #16969 has been unable to pass this part of the finals exam several times now. Cupid was melting the formula of 'lovethenext', the solution that arrows are dipped in that makes people fall in love, when shot by a Cupid with one of these highly technical and very well balanced tips dipped in this formula. This is a basic requirement for becoming a full fledged Cupid, a hurdle yet to be hurdled by Cupid #16969. The precise measurement of each element must be correct or one may love another more, not exactly mutual could cause the relationship to fizzle or may even become abusive from frustration and they will not even know why. Hummm ... I wonder!
Anyway, this simple chemistry procedure went south quickly. An interned flask cloaked the proper formulated solution and Cupid #16969 inadvertently mixed love potion #9 with lust potion #6 and a couple drops of 'instant lust' and ... well, BLAMMY! Explosion maximus umungus. The unison of these compounds mushroomed a smoke cloud then sizzled and festered into a floating, reddish pink, gaseous substance and began to spread through-out the University. Have you any idea the chaos this started. Let me tell you...
A slight draft in the room drew the reddish cloud of formula right out the second story window. Two innocent squirrels were sitting on a branch near the open window and got it first. They looked like a black and white spinning, hypnotizing wheel, going round and round.
Cupid #16969 was knocked unconscious and lay on the floor below the gas path. Liquid oozed from the walls and a broken beacon on the floor but other than that no real harm ... yet.
The breeze spread this reddish love/lust potion like a blanket over the campus lawn. Two people coming out of the administration building were engulfed in its wake and the gas went right through the awestruck students and the held open door. Through the offices this fog rolled like it had a destination, rolling along the floor all the way to the Deans office.