Joan took her new form out to the club with much success. Not only did she get in for free, but was propositioned twice while on the dance floor. Ultimately after have a few drinks, she leaves the club a short thin dude named Al. Al was fine enough, but Joan probably could have done better. That's not what mattered. Al seemed eager or desperate enough to please, so it was a simple ask to bring him back to the laboratory.
"Let me fix us a drink" Joan says while rummaging around. Setting aside two glasses, she pours some pink champagne then drops a pink tablet into one the two glasses as it begins fizzing. "I've got- damnit." Joan cries out as she accidentally knocks over the linolic acid right onto the tray of pink tablets.
"What's wrong? Do you need help opening a jar?" Al offers with a tone of no help.
Ignoring the comment, "It's fine. Here. Drink this." Joan says while placing the two glasses on the far side of the counter. Joan ducked down below the counter to look for some cleaning supplies or rags thinking "This probably should be cleaned up immediately, but I need to observe the subject". As she stands back up and looks at Al out of the corner of her eye she can see the pink bubbling mess dripping down onto her bag. Knowing what's in the bag she lets out a groan.
"Cheers?" Al says with one glass in hand.
