Alana stood in the doorway of The Velvet Snail and with a guilty start looked down at her feet to see where the nearest little ones were. There was a miniature taxi rank about a foot from her left shoe. A few centimeter tall people seemed to be staring at her cork soled wedge sandal. Looking down while you walked was a necessary pain in New Olympus if you didn't want to become an accidental murderer. It was why most normal sized people lived in their own towns and those that did live here went to other bigger nightspots. She looked at a tiny person smaller than one of her toes and shuddered as she imagined scraping them off her shoe. Well, no harm done, but she'd have to be careful in here, particularly if she carried on drinking as she had.
Satisfied that she hadn't killed anyone she looked up and surveyed the room. She'd found this place last week and had been looking forward to coming back. The Snail was a tiny place which had a cosier atmosphere than most pubs she frequented. A man and woman danced on the small wooden dancefloor in front of the tiny square set aside for tinies to dance on. To the left was a bar and to the right, a seating area in an alcove off the main room. The music (some sort of pop rock) was pretty quiet to protect the delicate eardrums of the little patrons, but that made it easier to socialise.
The place was about as busy as it ever was. About a dozen normal people; the dancers, a group of girls, a couple and a few others. (Not many men, she noticed.) There was one woman she remembered from last week; possibly even taller than her, with long jet black hair and piercing green eyes wearing a white skirt, black halterneck top and flat gladiator sandals which twined around her calves. She'd missed talking to her properly last time and would have to make amends. She was at the bar. And of course there were the dozens of tiny people scurrying, dancing and driving about which made this place's reputation.
While Alana surveyed the bar, some of the other drinkers surveyed her; she was tall, five foot ten with long wavy red hair framing an attractive oval face and blue eyes. Her figure hugging black dress highlighted rather than concealed a trim athletic body leading down to feminine but, frankly, big feet - size nines- enclosed in black leather strappy sandals with cork wedge soles. The guy dancing actually stopped briefly and blatantly checked her out, to the annoyance of his dance partner.
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