New Identity

Finding a seat at the bar, I lifted my finger. "Give me your best tap. In your biggest… what the devil do they call it? Oh! In your biggest pimp cup!" I said, smiling at the bartender. And elvan man with long minty hair. And, like most elves, he was handsome. Very much so, even for an elf. 

He grinned. "It's a bit early to drink." 

"I see people in the movies do it all the time," I replied. 

His grin deepened, and the softness turned hard as he spoke in a harsh voice as if to imitate someone. " Coming right up, Missi!" 

Laughter sprang from my lips as I smiled at the strange elvan bartender, finding the biggest tankard of ale he could. And slammed it down in front of me. " For you!"