A Dragon enters the bar and...

>On one particular lonely Friday night, you find yourself sat alone in some non descript bar.
>It's mostly empty, save for a few older couples and some salarymen trying to drown their problems away.
>And you of course, doing the same.
>You're already on you're third and you only just started.
>You blame the holiday season, damn happy couples everywhere.
>A bout of laughter erupts from someone behind you, which causes you to take another gulp.
>It was going to be a long night.

>Some time later, you're face down on the counter.
>You'd quickly grown tired of drinking, choosing instead to simply cradle a half empty bottle in your hand.
>You stare blankly, looking at nothing in particular, toying with the idea of getting up but not committing to any idea of where to go.
>Somewhere to your side, the bar door swings opens and the cold night air rushes in.
>Someone walks, with very heavy footsteps, over to the bar and slumps loudly onto a stool.
"Get me something strong, now. Please"
>That "please" was a definite after thought.
>The voice is gruff, but most definitely female.
>You peer up from your slouch to observe this mystery guest.
>It takes you a second to fully appreciate what you're seeing.
>Sat at the bar across from you, is a large Dragon woman in a bedraggled suit.
>Despite her worn out state, she retains a very powerful air about herself.
>Her bright yellow eyes pierce the dark gloom of the bar, and you can't help but end up staring at her.
>The bartender comes over with a bottle of whiskey and pours her a glass, which she quickly downs and indicates for another.
>After downing 3 more, she decides she'd rather have the bottle.
>It's doesn't last long, and is soon empty, along with two others.
>Even then she doesn't look the least bit tipsy.
>She reaches into her blazer pocket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a quick puff of her fiery breath.

>The bartender comes over.
"Sorry ma'am but there's no smoking in h-"
>He's cut off by the icy stare of a rather annoyed looking Dragon.
>Valuing his life, the bartender leaves her in peace.
>You chuckle to yourself, louder than you meant to.
>Her eyes quickly drift to you, and you get ready to quickly start apologizing.
>But, to your surprise, she's actually smiling, or at least half so.
>She glances at the empty bottles surrounding you.
"The holidays suck, right?"
>You hastily nod and give a feeble "Yep".
>She smirks at your awkwardness.
"No need for us to both be alone on this shit night"
>She pats the stool next to her with a scaly claw.
"C'mere, let's complain about it together"
>You stumble over and sit beside her, unsure if this such a good idea.
>She turns to the bartender and orders herself another drink, as well as one for her "Cute new friend"
>You visibly jump at her calling you that, which makes her smirk again.
"So.." you attempt to start a conversation to ease your nerves. "What do you do?"

>She tells you all about her office, and complains in great length and detail about her many useless underlings.
>You find yourself laughing at the many different ways she comes up with to insult them.
"And yet..." She goes on to say.
"Each and every one of them has a husband, and they're younger than me"
>Her head droops down slightly when she says this, a small but noticeable dent in her pride.
"I turned twenty five recently, guess you'd call me a "Christmas cake" now."
>She tries her best to hide her pain with a fake smile.
"Seems rather fitting for this time of year"
>She downs the remainder of her drink, still seemingly unfazed by it.
>You nervously try and think of something to cheer her up.
"Heh, it's not that bad, hell, I'd still eat you"
>You snap a lame grin to match your equally lame remark.
>She enjoys it though, and bursts out laughing.
"God dammit Anon that was awful"
>She calms down with a sigh.
"But thanks, guess I'm not completely repulsive yet"
"Not at all" You reply.
>She's a little stunned by your comment, but gives you another smile, that actually looks genuine.
>She grabs her bottle from the table and points it at you.
"Heh, you're all right Anon"
>You grab your bottle and tap it against hers with a "klink"
"Yeah, you're not bad yourself"
>You both chuckle and take a sip of your beverages.

>The night goes on, and you talk about this and that.
>You're not sure if it's just because you’re drinking, but you're getting on very well.
>After a while, you notice something rather odd.
>She's started edging her stool closer to yours.
>It was barely noticeable at first, but now she's practically sat on top of you.
>You become very aware of her presence, sitting so close to you.
>Her huge scaly being, attached to a very feminine body.
>She's beautiful, and you end up just staring at her.
"Anon."
>She leans in closer to you, her face inches from yours.
>Startled from her sudden movement, you're frozen to your seat.
>You can feel her hot breath on your face, her eyes deeply piercing into your very soul.
>She places a claw on your leg, and slowly runs it up your thigh.
>You shudder at her touch, which she greatly enjoys.
"Y-your hand..."
>She responds by moving closer still, almost touching noses.
"I like you Anon, you like me to, don't you?"
>Her tail reaches around behind you, stroking your back gently.
>You hesitate for a moment, unable to speak.
>You settle instead for a slow, nervous nod.
>This brings her great joy, and a wide, seductive smile spreads across her face.
"Thought so"
>And with that, she stands up, and grabs you in her powerful grasp, holding you like a princess.
>She carries you over to the door, before turning to the barkeep for a second.
"Put it on my tab, oh and his, since he's mine now"
>Then she took you away for a night of gentle (or not so gentle) loving.

>It was going to be a long night.