*Butch has seen many a strange request from other drinkers. Milk isn't exactly the highest ranking odd drink that he has sold in this place. Though he does smiles some at the young skunks sudden nervousness. He points down to the rather large looking dark mewtwo near the end of the bar. Already some of the other patrons have taken notice. The dark mewtwo has never actually spoken much to anybody, or asked anyone to come sit near him.  Of course there was that time one of the girls had tried to force him into her. But that didn't end well, they don't remember what actually happened. They just remember the sound her body made. A sickening gloop sound, it was very messy. But now it seems that the dark mewtwo has taken an interest in the skunk. This is slightly aggravating to some as they had wanted to get the skunk themselves. But now it seems that something is up. It is mixed blessings at best to be taken under the wing of the dark mewtwo. He continues to sit there not looking at the skunk, rather his tail tip is wagging back and forth slowly.*