"Are *hic* you seeing that?" the lion sitting on the stag's lap said, his eyes locked on you.

The deer looked down, spotting your three-inch form scurrying around the club floor. "Woah..." he said, eyes widening.

You'd been a respectable 5'11" up until about fifteen minutes ago. You weren't positive, but you think you'd fallen victim to a series of serial shrinking via drugged drinks. One second you had been fine and tearing it up on the dance floor. The next you were looking way up at the world, clothes pooled around you. What had followed was a perilous journey from the middle to the edge of the club, dodging dancing feet and hiding from the drunkest looking patrons. You'd seen the lion earlier, mentioning something about only having one drink since he needed to drive. Luckily you'd been able to spot his bright white fur and cherry red vest from down below.

He was your best bet for help. A sober diamond in the rough.

He WAS your best bet.

As you stood under the pair, whose shock was rapidly fading, you weren't sure if you'd made the right choice. You were positive the lion had only had one drink. He hadn't been back to the bar since he got his first. You could only assume he was a light-weight of the highest degree. His face was visibly flushed through his snowy fur.

The stag's eyes narrowed, and his mouth curled up in a smirk. He swirled the glass in his hand and leaned in to whisper to the lion, his eyes locked on your bug-sized body.

The lion giggled, his lips on the only half-empty glass.. "Oh man *hic* that sounds like fun..." He looked down at you thinking for a moment. He nodded at his friend. "Yeah, let's do it. I could use a stress toy."

Looking back at the club, and then back at the pair in front of you, you wondered if this was really better than getting squished on the dance floor.

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