Apparently one of his friends.

The stall door pushes open and you see a 7’ woman with a slight green tint to her skin. Her orcish features are very noticeable but her face is still rather attractive, if you don’t mind pronounced lower canines that is. Her breasts are massive, and she looks strong as an ox. She is wearing a simple pair of combat boots, camo pants, light green tank top, and a pair of dog tags. She has a mass of short wild hair, three gold rings in each ear, and one in her right nostril. “I heard what happened outside.” She hands you a roll of toilet paper and continues, “Not really that smart to fuck one of us in the open like that. People want us in a firefight but unlike those fucking stuck up elves, that seems to be the extent of it. Me and the guy you let fuck you are members of a gang called the Savages.” She hands you a black business card, “Go ahead and call if you ever need a hand.” She turns to leave, takes two steps before turning back, “The name is Warbird by the way, and my big friend you already met goes by Kronk if you didn’t catch it. Yeah I know it is a stupid name but he seems to have some old comic book that he loves by that name. Who the hell are you?”

“I go by Nightshade. The pleasure was mine.”

“Yeah right. I hope you have some kind of healing upgrade built in, or you will never shit the same again.” She walks out laughing, leaving you to push the stall door closed as a couple of slutty girls walk in past her. You clean up as best you can and head out, the **** finally starting to wear off a bit, and the resulting pain in your head beginning to take it’s place. Soon you are zipping across town with the windows wide open, the night air exhilarating as it whips through the cockpit of your rocket of a car. You can’t believe how quiet the engine is as you race into the night. Finally you arrive home and stumble up to your apartment. A quick shower later and you once again slip naked into the silk sheets on your comfy bed and let sleep take you as the sun rises on the horizon.