Alright. Here we go! Calvin downed a second shot glass and let out quick breath of air. He about felt like he was ready for night now. Sadly the pickings weren't too great tonight. All the girls had all the weird mutations. The only decent one he could see had some kind of Zebra skin. Cal sighed and leaned his head down against the bar. He let his eyes wander around just as his buzz started to kick right on in. Whoa, who's that? He leaned up sharply just as some new girl was walking in. Not to bad. Not to bad at all. She kind of looked a mess, but was otherwise normal looking. She even seemed familiar. In a horrified and ashamed sort of way.
He was intrigued by this strange familiarity. With nothing better to do, Cal up and decided to slide on over to her side of the bar. He lit up a cigarette as he walked on over and took a seat on stool next to her. He didn't say anything immediately, instead he just leveled her with an uncomfortable stare. "Hey! I know you. Dissociative Identity Disorder, right?" Yeah, her name was uh, Sherry or something. She was an old inmate that Cal had met at the nut house. Well, this was a surpise.