Bill found himself gazing at the the heavyset giant a couple tables away. The man was massive; he must have weighed over 300 pounds. He wasn't as solid as some of the other guys here, but he carried his weight well. The first thing Bill saw were the heavy black motorcycle boots. Extending up from there were the denim-clad cliffs that were the biker's legs. The tiny man saw a hairy paw resting on one of the thighs with a black leather wristband behind it. Beyond that was a chubby arm covered in thick dark hairs. It was hard for Bill to see more as the table was blocking much of the view. Bill tentatively approached the giant, unsure of how he would react to finding a little man.
Bill stuck to the wall as he made his way over to the giant's table. Huge boots were stomping everywhere, making it feel like there was a constant mild earthquake assaulting the bar. From the new perspective farther down the wall Bill could see more of the chubby giant. Continuing up his torso Bill noticed he was wearing an open black leather vest. The giant had no shirt underneath, though from the side he couldn't make out the chest very well, though the large furry gut was obvious. The giant had a massive beard, dense with coarse hairs. The giant had on a black Muir cap and a ring of dark hair along the sides and back.
Bill stood there mesmerized for a moment, lusting over this colossal biker. The tiny man saw the giant glance in his direction, then went back to his drink on the table. Did the giant see him? There was only one way to find out. Bill waited for a moment when his part of the floor was light on traffic and made a dash for the behemoth's table. Just as the little man arrived one of the giant's boots shifted and knocked him over. The huge foot started tapping on the ground; the heavy thuds made it difficult for Bill to get back up.
"Hey! I'm down here! Please don't step on me!" Bill yelled up to the giant. The huge biker looked down quizzically, as if he might have heard something but wasn't quite sure. Not saying a word, the chubby bear reached down and scooped up the little man in a fist, only leaving Bill's head exposed. Bill was brought up before the giant's face as large brown eyes gazed at him with a penetrating stare, evaluating his new capture.
"Did you say something, little man?"
Bill gulped nervously, thoroughly scared now that he was actually in the giant's hand. "I...I said please don't step on me, sir."
"Better," the giant said in dismissive approval. "What brings a lowly creature such as yourself over to my table, little man?"
"I...I...I wanted to meet you, sir."
"Is that so? Well, here you are."
Bill kind of just stared in awe, a bit dumbfounded by his position before realizing he hadn't introduced himself.
"My name is Bill, sir."
"What do you want little man?" The giant appeared to be somewhat irritated. "Tell me before I drop you back on the floor for another giant to find."
"I...I don't know," the tiny man answered honestly. He just knew he was attracted to this dominant giant of a biker.
"Then why are you bothering me if you don't even know why you're here?" The giant slowly swung his hand out over the side of the table. Bill knew the giant wasn't kidding about dropping him. Was the biker really going to drop him to his death?
"I just wanted to be with you!" Bill yelled out in desperation.
"Hmf." The giant swung Bill back up in front of his face. "That's a start. Now for what I want. I want..."
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