Aslinn entered the bar through the door designated for micros, being about 4 inches tall. She glanced up nervously, hoping that he was here. She was sick of being shrunken randomly and left to fend for herself.<br/><br/>In the back of the bar, Chris nursed a Guinness. He glanced up from his table in the 'normal section' and scanned the crowd. He smirked at the design of the bar. From the outside, it seemed normal, but once you got inside, it was pretty trippy. The roof was super high and the floor was rather deep, allowing guests of the macro persuasion to stand comfortably. There were little walkways running around the edges of the walls and tables, letting micros get around easily. Then there were tables for people of normal size at about hip height for the macros, allowing every one to mingle easily.