Madness string 122631

Random mermaid
But the city is so miserable and grim, everyone is so exhausting to look at, so I try my chances at a club. Nobody is dressed hot, and everyone has uneven lips and fat shoulders that broaden their face and long torsos and dry elbows with nary a clue that they look like that.
I had a pretty foolproof way of not 'jumping the chain of command' technically. I would enter the battalion office and wander around looking confused, then some SGT or officer would see this poor confused specialist and ask if I need help with anything. Then I'd immediately say, 'yes, actually I'm wondering if you could take me to your CSM.'