My New Halfling Life 002

The bartender began pouring the girl's drink from the tap, as Denise eagerly awaited her turn. During this, another girl approached to her right, sneaking up on Denise as she was wearing flip-flops. This girl was also uncomfortably close to her. She felt very boxed in at this point, with the only way out being a full 180, unless someone else came up behind her too. Denise looked over at the new girl, who looked shorter than the other, though she didn't have heels on. Denise came up to her bellybutton that she could see poking out of her top. This girl's boobs were also massive, squeezing her top and defining her nipples too well. Massive may have been an understatement, they seemed so big from down where Denise was.

"God, these young gen-z girls... Did she get implants or something? Those massive... THINGS... can't be comfortable." the 30-something thought to herself.

As the bartender was nearly done filling the glass of cider for the first girl, Denise was getting ready to say what she wanted. She pulled herself up to the counter, using both hands, and going on her tiptoes, to make herself as known as she could. As he turned around to pass off the cider he just poured, Denise used this as her chance.

"Can I..." Denise said, before she was cut off AGAIN, as the bartender made eye contact with the girl to her right. "Hi! Ya, I didn't care for this Moscato. I think I'm going to try something else." she let out loudly. "Of course! What would you like?" he responded, turned towards the girl to the right of Denise, as the girl on the left went to pick up the newly poured beer.

Denise darted her eyes up and towards the girl on the right. Who did this bitch think she was OBVIOUSLY cutting in front of her? Was she that ditzy? Was she not paying attention at all?? Denise stuck her right arm up, her oversized sleeve slowly slipping down. She waved it a few times back and forth, trying to get this girl's attention. Her fingertips just extended past the top of her massive chest, which she assumed should break into a good portion of her vision.

"Hello? Miss, I was here first!" Denise said as politely as she could, with a bit of an annoyance in her pronunciation and facial expression.

FINALLY, the girl looked down at her, but all she gave her was a little smile, a slightly annoyed one, and then looked right back up to the bartender, to continue with her request for a different drink. What the hell was wrong with this girl?!? This isn't how you treat someone!

"EXCUSE ME?" Denise let out a bit louder and ruder towards the girl.

The bartender then started talking to Denise. "Let me take care of their drinks first sweetie, and then I'll get you a soda?" he said, expecting Denise to say what type of soda, or maybe if she wanted a water. It finally dawned on Denise, like a massive wave crashing down on her. NOW she understood why these girls didn't see her or give her the time of day. NOW she understood why they started ordering ahead of her. NOW she understood the little smile cast down upon her from the woman towering over her. NOW it all made sense. HE thought she was a little girl, They ALL thought she was a little girl. Because this was a combined restaurant and a bar, kids were allowed, and could be in the bar area if they are with someone 21 or older. He probably assumed that Amy was her older sister... or mom, and she was going up to get an appropriate non-alcoholic drink.

Denise's mood shifted drastically, from slightly annoyed to pissed the fuck off. She looked straight up at the bartender, taking a nice flat stance, her smaller feet shifting in the larger shoes. She shot both arms up, one sleeve stayed up as her arm tossed up and back, while the other one shot straight up, the sleeve quickly falling down, bunching up.

"FULL STOP!" she yelled. "I am NOT a little fucking girl!!!" she yelled in a loud high-pitched voice and, while small, could probably be heard through-out the bar. Denise realized this as the little talking that was going on else-where went silent for a moment. The girl to her left that was just about to leave with her cider stopped and looked down at her, as well as the girl to her right. She took her voice down a few levels, but not her anger and directness.

"I'm a 36 fucking year-old woman, yet YOU ALL assumed I was a little girl by my size. Can't you see my face?!? I have an ADULT face!" She then looked up at the girl to the left of her, questioning her. "Miss, did you even SEE me earlier when you walked up?" Denise asked in a demanding way. This girl was just about to leave the situation since she had her drink, but she was called out.

"Uhhh.... I mean...." she said. "Or did you think I was a kid?" Denise let out, interrupting. "Ummm...... Well... I kind of saw you... but...." the girl muttered out, unsure what to say next. Denise knew the answer already, or at least figured she did. "Just leave please." Denise demanded of her. The girl quickly did so, wanting to get out of the situation anyways.

Denise spun around to the other girl. "Well? How about you? Did you see me, or did you think I was a little girl?" she asked. This girl wasn't as "Uhhh...." and "Ummm...." as the other girl and stood her ground. "Look, I saw you, but yes, I thought you were a kid. So... sorry." she said, with a kind of sorry, kind of don't care face. Denise could tell this girl had more of a mouth on her and responded appropriately.

"Oh! So you assumed! Maybe I should just assume THOSE things are implants, how about that?" Denise boldly said. The girl let a smirk slide out with a slight laugh and responded. "Well, that would be as incorrect as my assumption about you, as THESE are 100% all natural!" This caused the bartender to let out a little laugh.

Denise was not happy about this and shot her stare back towards him, and he immediately went to a more serious face. Denise may be small, but she had a tiger inside, and it didn't shrink with her. "Since I was here BEFORE her..." she motioned to the remaining girl, "Can I get a glass of Moscato d'Asti... please?" she asked, trying to recover from the situation and her outburst.