http://rob-anybody.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] rob-anybody.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-01-16 07:21 pm

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A stool shifts slightly. That's pretty much all that happens. Just a slight shifting across the wooden floor, as if something climbed up it, and then a small, gruff voice says, "Whiskey, ya' scuggan!"

Rob Anybody doesn't trust anything he can't see, but that won't stop him getting whiskey anyway.

He adds, "Verra' verra' strong whiskey!"

A glass appears, full of brown liquid--a tiny, tiny shot glass.

"Bigger!"

The glass grows larger, but still isn't normal size.

"Bigger!"

Now it's a normal size glass. The Feegle should be appeased...

"Bigger!"

The glass gets bigger, and then the whiskey disappears. Like that.

"More whiskey!" And it goes on...

Interact if you dare.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/ 2005-01-17 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Sheep. The big people mostly had those."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/ 2005-01-17 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I'm - well, I'm bigger than you, but big folk are bigger than me, see?

We didn't keep sheep. Least, my grandmother didn't, and she ran things, but my second cousin, he - Well. I didn't have any."

He exhales a cloud of smoke.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/ 2005-01-17 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Smeagol frowns. "I'm not a bigjob, and I'm not squashed. I'm tall for my age."

And he is. Four feet is nothing to sneeze at.