It's a Tomorrow problem. (Modern Fantasy, Monstergirl, Size Difference. Finished Story)

"Bartender, another!" Chen barked, slamming his 3rd mug of beer onto the counter, and wiping his chin with his sleeve.

Rolling his only eye, the cyclops bartender snatches it away, tops it off and puts it back down gently in front of his wayward human patron who had somehow managed to wander into his establishment, before going back to cleaning another mug. With a cursory glance around the bar, he can see that his usual customers would much rather keep to themselves tonight, and after having his few probing questions answered with irritated grunts or another order of booze, he was more than happy to let the human be, so long as he doesn't bother anyone else. The door tinkling open got his attention, and the tall-ish plume of mostly dark green hair coming in, stopping suddenly, and hurriedly making it's way over to the bathrooms made him sigh.

Chen, seeing his mug returned full again, grabbed at it and took a couple of big gulps. He knew that he was going to pay for all this booze in the morning, but right now, he needed to feel numb inside. If he was lucky, his liver would explode from severe **** poisoning, and he'd be on his way out before his vampire of his ex-wife could take another cent from him. No, not a vampire. They at least had the decency of giving their donors a mild high as they drank from them, and never took more than what they needed.

His ex-wife was a leech.

A vicious nasty parasite that drained him of almost everything he had worked for for the past 13 years. The image of her, her lawyer, and her new guy 'best friend' in the court room, wearing smug smiles on their faces, as the judge announced their verdict flashed before his eyes, and a fury welled up inside of him. Curling his hand into a fist to hold himself back, he took a few more big swigs of his beer, wishing that it had done it's job by now.

He was halfway done with this mug when he heard a husky and raspy voice next to him say, "Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" Turning his head, he took in a breath to tell this person to fuck off, but seeing no one there, he looked around confused. A small green hand with sharp black nails shot upwards, snapped it's fingers a couple of times to get his attention, and pointed downwards. "Down here, handsome." Looking down, he raised his eyebrow at who was talking to him.

The being that was talking to him was a goblin woman with light green skin. She was short and squat, coming up to maybe chest height, if you counted her voluminous dark green hair with pink highlights that climbed upwards about 3-4 inches before cascading down one side in waves. She was wearing a tight white long sleeved top with a diamond-shaped hole in the chest, doing it's level best to keep her ample bosom from bursting out. Her thick thighs were crammed into a navy blue pencil skirt, making her calves look deceptively slim. A yellow work jacket was tied around her waist, adding to the image of a heavy topped and bottomed hourglass figure. Her eyes were big and bright. Her nose was small and cute. The ear he could see was pierced with a couple of gold studs by it's pointed tip. "So what's it gonna be? R'you gonna help a lady into her seat? Or am I gonna have to climb up there myself?" she asked again playfully, giving him a wide smile, showing off her shiny and sharp tusks and teeth between thick black lips.

Taken aback by a woman actually talking instead of screaming at him, and asking instead of demanding, he very mechanically offered his hand to her. Picking his finger daintily between hers, the goblin woman maneuvered herself into the seat next to him. "Why thank you," she said, with a polite nod. Ordering her usual from the bartender, she rested her elbow on the counter, and her head on her hand, looking over at Chen. He could feel his face growing warm from being ogled at, but decided to blame that on the beer. "Sorry if I'm being nosy, but I gotta ask," she said, leaning forwards a little more, and he could smell her perfume waft over to him. "What's a human doing, drinking at a demi-human bar?"

"Ain't got no "No Humans" sign on the door," the bartender replied, sliding her drink to her on a napkin. "Leave him be, Neba. He's not in a talking mood."

"I'm just asking! Nothing wrong with asking!" she protested. "Besides, how often do you get humans in here?" Turning back to look at Chen, she ran her finger around the rim of her drink, eyeing him up and down. "Especially one as big and good-looking as this one," she said, before muttering not too quietly under her breath, "Lookit those hands... bet they'd know how to make a girl squirm n' squeal..." Chen let out a short snort when she said that he was big. He was painfully average in every aspect of his body, even by his people's standards. Average height, weight, and build. Then again, given who he was talking to, he probably would be big in her eyes.

Covering her tracks with a cough, she took a sip of her drink and asked him again, "So how about it handsome? Wanna tell me what brings you here?"

The beer, having finally taken the unintended effect, convinced Chen's tongue to loosen up. "I don't but..." he started before letting out a sigh. Glancing over in her direction, and seeing how intently she was watching him, he let out another sigh. "I had to move, and this place is the only one along the way from my... apartment and my... my job." Yet another great sigh came out of him. From owning his own business to being the manager of a clothing outlet. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

"Really?" Neba said, leaning in even closer and looking up at him with infinite curiosity in her eyes. "Why'd you have to move? And it sounds like it was something big."

Drink and undivided attention from a genuinely interested sounding woman was reminding Chen of something he had long forgotten, and he somehow ended up rambling about how he'd spent the last 6 months picking the pieces of his life back up after his wife of 10 years served him their divorce papers, on their wedding anniversary no less, without telling him why she had done this, and how he could do absolutely nothing as the courts raked him over the coals of his shredded up pre-nup, with all of the settlements and alimony payments. Neba was mostly silent as he spoke, occasionally cutting in to ask a clarifying question, laughing at his rage, and quickly apologizing for doing so. The bartender stood nearby, keeping a wary eye and any comments to himself, while slyly replacing Chen's beer with water for his next drink.

At the end of his story, he let out a long breath, feeling a massive weight come off his chest. A wave of relief washed over him, before guilt came crashing down. Turning to his side, he looked at Neba and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to unload on you like that. You're not a therapist. It's not your job to hear me complain."

Neba shook her head violently. "Oh no, no, no, no! It's fine!" she replied, putting her small hand over his. "Your life went down the shitter, and you've never had a chance to get it out of your system. Totally get it." She pat his hand gently, and he pat hers back, engulfing it between his. She swallowed hard, and hoped he didn't notice how clammy and shaky it became when he did that. His tale had touched her heart, but his fury and aggression had her dripping between her thighs. "D'you know what else I think you need to get out of your system too?" she asked, trying to hide the squeak in her voice. He raised his eyebrow at her and grunted that he didn't. "You need to get fucked."

He chuckled at her. "Yeah, no. I'm not interested in dating," he replied, with a dismissive wave. "Probably won't be for a very long time."

Neba's eye twitched. She was not about to let him get away. Not when she was so close. "I didn't say anything about dating," she countered smoothly, slowly opening and crossing her legs, giving him the biggest hint she could about her intentions. "What I said, was that you need is a good, hard, dirty, crazy, no-strings-attached, all-night-long, **** fuck; back at your place, with a girl who wants to eat you up, spit you out, and will do anything to help you get everything out of your system." Locking eyes with him, she licked her lips and gave him a predatory grin. "And I do mean 'Anything' and 'Everything'."