"Hmmmm, the bar seems a bit less rambunctious then most of the rest of the tavern," you think. "plus, maybe I can find a way to get myself something to drink too."
Your tiny wings again flicker to life as you fly deeper into the tavern. You manage to stick mostly to the shadows and remain unseen by the patrons below you as you make your way to the top shelf of the imposing, bottle packed bar in the back corner. The wood of the bar itself seems nearly ancient with its ornate fixtures carved into its nearly black wood. you land and quickly hide behind a half full bottle of dark green concoction and peer out at the patrons and staff mingling below.
Up close, you're able to get a better look at the human woman behind the counter. Though humans age a bit differently than fairies, you'd guess she's probably in her 30's with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Though a bit chubby, her weight only complements her physique, giving her something of an hourglass figure accentuated by her low cut blouse and tights. She seems happy to be there, as her round cheeks and clear blue eyes seem to light up for every customer that approaches.
While other customers seem to come and go, you notice there is a faun dressed in a tight, sleeveless green tunic who seems to have stationed herself at the bar. She seems to be in her 20's, Her athletic frame sitting slouched with her long red hair messily draped over her shoulders. She sits quietly sipping a tall, thick drink, seemingly shying away from the other customers. It's only when the bartender comes over that she perks up, giving you a view of her cute black nose and the white freckles doting her light auburn fur.
"No luck on the hunt for a partner I take it?" asks the bartender.
The faun lets out a sigh. "No, everyone is just so intimidating! I can take on any creature in this forest but I can't work up the courage just to talk to someone! I think I might be hopeless..."
"Aw, don't be like that Meadow. Tell you what, your next bog beer is on the house, eh? Who knows, you sit in that stool long enough, your perfect match might fall right into your lap!"
The faun smiles sheepishly as she slinks lower into her seat. "Thanks Molle, but you don't have to do that..."
"It's no trouble, sit tight and I'll-WHOA!"
You have no time to react as the bartender Molle slips on a small spill, sending her entire body crashing into the bar. The impact sends a shockwave through the ancient wood, sending bottles (and you) flying off the shelf towards the ground below. You land...
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