A group of half inch tall men were yelling and slurring and stumbling around on the bar counter. When they called her over Madison was worried that they'd been over served and she'd have to let them down, but they changed her mind.
"Mish pleees, c'n you git 'nother round fer us? Isss my besh frienz wedding t'morrow and we're tryna have a good time." The drunken best man finally got out the whole sentence, and her heart softened. Who was she to ruin a bachelor party?
She got another Redbull and vodka for the table. It was a shot glass, but with tiny taps built in so the tiny customers could access it. She had to use the dropper reserved for the smallest tinies to make the drink. The guys whooped and hollered as she brought the gigantic (to them) drink over.
A couple of hours passed, and Madison was in the middle of a lull after a long rush when the tiny bachelor party called her over again. The bar was noisy by this point, and she had to lean in to hear the tiny best man this time. Her hair draped around them like a skyscraper-sized curtain, and her face loomed high above while her breasts loomed off in the distance.
"Mish, mish, I gotta deel fer ya!" The even drunker best man shouted, "I'll gib ya a UUUGE tip if ya..."
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