"Alright, alright." Paul muttered to himself, as he crossed the bar towards the bathroom.
His voice not cracking this time.
As he entered the bathroom, Paul glanced out the window, looking at the sun beginning to
set off in the distance. He was going to have to find a place to stay for the rest of the
night pretty soon, before it got too late or her got too drunk to function. He undid his
zipper, and stood against the stall, one arm on the wall for support. There, Paul saw the
first of his changes. The back of his hand was different... small strands of black hair had
grown between his knuckles and across the back of his hand, going under his sleeve.
He shook himself off, zipped up his pants, and went over to the sinks. Both of his hands
were covered in black hair. His arm itched, and pulling up his cuffs, he noticed the hair
continued up his arms. He pulled at it a little, and ran his fingers through it, amazed at
the sudden new growth. "What was in this stuff?" he thought to himself. He was definitely
going to have to get one more on his way out.
Stepping out of the bar, ready to find a room for the night, he asked the bartender for one
more shot, and headed out the door. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out another
cigarette and headed east, away from blinding glare of the sunset.