"A drinking buddy? what?!?" You wonder frantically. What interest could this warrior have in you? And what does someone as rowdy as this expect from a "drinking buddy?"
Your thoughts are interrupted as the orc brings a napkin up to you, wiping the remaining food off of you thoroughly, if a bit carelessly. Still dangling by one foot, you see the giantess grin at your now potato-free form.
"Much better!" She beams. Setting you down on the table in front of her, she seems to fully consider you for the first time. "Hahaha, oh gods, you're so little! So small, so weak but... I don't know... I kinda like it..." It's obvious this giantess has not only never seen a fairy, she never even imagined they could exist. She's obviously enthralled by your size.
Unsure of what else to do, you meekly introduce yourself, to the giant orc's delight. "THAT'S your NAME?!? Oh, that's so adorable. Such a delicate name, it suits how tiny you are... I'm Lash!"
Suddenly, you are thrown in the air as she slams her fist down on the table in excitement, sending shockwaves through the seemingly ancient wood. As you try and stumble to your feet, you see Lash eyeing you excitedly. "Pipsqueak! What do you want? Food, drinks, my treat! What do ya need?" Despite her intimidating size and questionable impulse control, the orc giantess seems to earnestly want to treat you.
"Ah, um, something to drink would be good I suppose..." You muster. The beefy giantess may be a bit intimidating but a free drink is a free drink... you are in an Inn after all, this is what you came for, right?
Not wasting a second, the orc aggressively waives down the waitstaff. "Hey, you, lady! My buddy here needs a drink!"
Somewhat timidly, the waitress comes over. "B-but miss, aren't you drinking alone...? I don't see any-OH MY GOD! A FAIRY!"
The waitress stares at you in complete awe, obviously stunned to see a creature some spend their whole live searching for sitting passively atop one of her tables. However, the orc clearly is oblivious to the woman's near religious reverence to you and simply begins ordering.
"Hmmmm, what do you want?" Lash asks, but does't wait for an answer. "How 'bout two ales? The biggest you got!"
The waitress, snaps out of her trance enough to barely process Lash's order. "W-whiskey... got it. I'll, uh, be back in a minute..." She mummers before shuffling over to the bar as if in a daze. Lash nonchalantly turns back to you.
"That lady's been acting weird all night... first she screams when I walk in, then she nearly faints when she sees you..." The orc giantess shrugs, resuming eating the mountain of food in front of her. "She really needs to get out more and not be so timid."
"Ah, I guess... we are both sort of an... unusual sight I suppose..." You mutter hesitantly. The waitress had inadvertently drawn attention to your presence, and now curious patrons were staring at the table, trying to get a glimpse of you. Lash however remained unfazed, either not noticing or not caring about prying eyes.
"What do you mean? Most of the people I see everyday are Orcs!" Flecks of food fall out of the Giantess's mouth as Lash replies. "It's totally normal!"
It seems easier to drop it than argue with the oblivious Orc, so you decide to change the subject. "So, uh, Lash... You're a warrior you said...?"
Lash lights up at the mention of her fighting prowess, almost instinctively raising her huge biceps into a flex. "That's right, little one, I'm not just a warrior, I'm the mightiest in my whole clan! That's why I'm here, I won a great battle today and I'm celebrating my victory!"
"Look, I even got a new gash! I bet it's gonna scar up really good!" Lash says excitedly, pointing to a still oozing wound on her forearm. However, her beaming smile begins to crack after a moment into a something a bit more gloomy. "Well... great battle may be overselling it... it was more just a friendly spar that got a little out of hand... Gods, I haven't killed anyone in so long..." Despite the absurdity to you of wanting to fight in combat, she seems genuinely dejected.
Hey, Lash, don't sell yourself short, I'm sure you've, uh, killed tons of people...? And I bet that gash on your arm would totally have killed a lot of other orcs..." You muster, trying to be as comforting as you can. Though Lash seems to not have much of a moral compass in the way of killing, she's otherwise been pretty kind, if a bit rough. Plus, staying on her good side isn't a bad call regardless...
Your reassurance seems to work, as Lash musters a small smile. "Awwww, thanks pipsqueak... C'mere!" Before you can protest, the Giantess grabs you and hugs you tightly against her abs. The force is nearly crushing, but to your relief the waitress returns with the two huge ales.
"Beer's here!" The orc thunders above you before pulling you away from her stomach and plopping you in one of the enormous steins. Frantically, you swim to the surface and wrestle through the foam head, catching your breath on the lip of the mug. Above you, Lash laughs uproariously. "I expect you to finish that before I leave!"
Catching your breath, you decide to actually try the strange beverage you find yourself nearly submerged in. The dark beer is rich and malty - unlike the lighter fare you're used to but still... very, very good. You give Lash a thumbs up from your pool of beer and she grins back widely.
For a few minutes, you and the Giant Orc sit and simply drink and chat a bit, asking questions about your respective cultures and traditions and generally having a nice time. However, with a crash at the bar momentarily drawing Lash's gaze away from the table...
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