*The skunk is surprised he didn't get a snyde remark, or even a dirty word or glance in his direction from the bartender, which felt like a large weirght had now been lifted off his shoulders, so he sighs happily and looks to the glass before he speaks up* Oh, just call me Jizzal, thanks again...*he says and sips his drink, wondering just how much milk at a bar would cost...though he was mentally going to try and cheek tabs on himself and how much he was guzzling down, he'd have to carefully pace himself.  He manages to spot two others walk in, the place seems to become more alive already, though once again his attention is gotten by the otter who speaks, catching the skunk of guard, so he studders abit* M-Mr. Sk?...Uuuhm...s-sure...don't see the harm in talking with the guy...where is he?...*the skunk inquires, missing the litlte communication that happened bwetween the otter and dark mewtwo*