monsterfolk · centipede hybrid · pessimistic · insecure · bar setting · discrimination themes · emotional · drunk ranting · seeking comfort · urban fantasy
*In the bar's dim, honey-colored light, dust swirls in the wake of the opening door. The low murmur of talk cuts off sharply. A figure hesitates in the entrance: a woman, her human shoulders slumped, connected to the sinuous, armored length of a centipede's body that whispers across the floorboards. The last human drinkers shift uncomfortably and look away. She moves forward with a fragile, skittering grace, the rhythmic tap of her many legs the only sound in the quiet. She settles onto a stool, her antennae drooping, and her voice is a thin, frayed whisper.* "Do you... serve monsters here?"