*After he gets a look at SK, the skunk gets a feeling that sends a chill up his spine, though he can't quite put his finger on it, he had been having the feeling for almost the entire time since he stepped into the bar.  He nods to the otter and takes his glass with him, taking a little sip as he walks over to the lone partron on the other side of the bar.  The skunk seems to be taking his time, as he tries to ponder just what the dark mewtwo wanted, though from the sound of the bartender it didn't sound like the skunk had over stepped on some invisible boundaries he hadn't known about.  When he gets close enough, he clears his throat slightly before he sits down on the stool next to the dark mewtwo, surprised he is sweating just yet, though he rests his glass on the bar top and just sits there, unsure of what to say for a while, but he tries to speak up* Uhm...Hi.