Redhawk Caldera Welcome to the Labyrinth

All da bae's. Just all of em. All snuggled up under him, toots of every shade, every eye color, everyvariety ever known to man. All of em. They all wanted him, and wanted him bad. Enough to make any dude be the daby baddy of every single one of em.
But it was a dream that made him sick. He hated it. The teen didn't want babes. Didnt want fame. No honeys. He just wanted something special. A unique something. A special someone to call his...

He groggily murmured to the illusional girls that still swam, swished, and attempted to seduce his unconscious self,

"I swear fo gebus, ya don't take your filthy adultery outta my face, im gonna grab every variety of hemlock, and force feed all of you."

Just hearing the last bit of his threat caused him to stir awake. Jeez, what had that drink done to him last night? Every other time he took it, he found the results pleasant. Maybe he shouldve eaten before drinking the potion.
Note to Ash, eat before ya drink your own remedies, dude.

He saw a muzzle that he found to be oddly familiar. Mara?

"Mara?" his brain and tongue spoke at the same time.