"No...no..you go on without me," Rick said, still wincing. "Just do me a favor, will you? Be careful. No need for you to get caught shifting."
Tabitha looked disappointed, "But honey, this is too much fun," she whined.
"Look, love, there's PLENTY of time for all the shapeshifting in the world, but we have to be discreet, okay? You want to go out and play, that's fine, just no more shooting it into yourself," Rick reasoned.
"Fine," sighed Tabitha, heading up the steps to change into a non-shredded outfit.
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Tabitha left a few minutes later, dressed relatively conservatively in a deep blue shirt (the top two buttons left open to flash a bit of cleavage) and a black skirt. She already had her destination in mind, it was a local club known as Bomber's. It wasn't the most upscale of clubs, but it wasn't the bottom of the barrel either. It catered mostly to the younger crowd of twentysomethings in town.
She smiled as she heard loud rock music pounding even outside the doors of the club. Recently, they'd begun letting local bands perform there, and the crowd was rather large, compared to many other nights.
She paid her five dollar cover, smirking to herself at the attention she was getting. It was a mixture of confusion, since she didn't fit with the scene, and lust...and not just from the men. It was then that she realized that all of her senses had not returned to normal. Her sense of smell seemed abnormally keen, even for what she'd become. She could smell emotions and innuendo, as well as the trail of various people, all without trying. It was already feeling natural and instinctive.
She strode to the bar, ordering a shot of tequila with a beer chaser, downing them both quickly. She toyed absentmindely with her purse, appraising the people in the club, looking to see who she would choose to gift with the first syringe of the formula.
The music was loud and hard, and she found herself entranced by the driving beat. She'd never considered herself a metal fan, but she now found herself being seduced by the energy in the music itself, and by the chaos of the mosh pit that had formed in front of the stage.
She could smell the sweat, the anger, the love of the free form combat that took place in the pit, and knew deep inside that any of them would enjoy the new power they'd be granted by the formula. Tabitha ordered another shot and beer, downing them just as fast as the first.
Looking around more, she surveyed the women in the bar, all shapes and sizes.Perhaps one of them would be a better choice, she thought. But would it be one of the pretty ones, whose beauty would only be enhanced through the change, or would it be a heavier or uglier one, who would gain a new beauty and the ability to take revenge on the more popular crowd? She found herself growing aroused, wanting to see a change happen soon.
Then she made her choice.