Kelly continued dancing for hours, exhausted, sweaty, and out of breath. She looked down and - ugh, gross, her tits were super sweaty. She glanced around to make sure nobody was looking, then tugged at the neck of her shirt and gave herself a quick wipe with a napkin, soaking up all the sweat. She never noticed that the napkin also scooped up a tiny, unconscious passenger, and she carelessly dropped it on the floor.

“Oh my god, Nicole, that was so fun.”

“Um, Nicole?”

“Nicole?”

Kelly stumbled up to the bar, drunk and concerned. 

“Hey, sorry, have you seen my friend? Uh, she’s tiny, brown hair, she was just dancing with me and I can’t find her at all, she’s not in the bathroom-”

The bartender shrugged. “Sorry, no, not since you came up last. I don’t think she ordered anything else.”

“Did she go home with someone? Did anyone see her leave?” The drunkenness took the edge off Kelly’s panic. 

A few tinies seated on top of the bar looked at each other, and shrugged. Kelly looked over every dancing tiny. Nicole wasn’t among them. 

A few feet away from the bartender, the bouncer chimed in. “A lot of tinies have come and gone this evening. Some brunette girls left, sure. You got a picture or anything?”

Kelly stepped outside, letting the cool air hit her face, and pulled her phone out. 

In a dusty corner of the bar, the smashed remains of Nicole’s phone hadn’t survived the fall, and didn’t vibrate. 

Kelly sat on the curb, growing marginally more sober as she waited for a reply. There was nothing. She sent a few more texts. 

Kelly Ubered home, took off her makeup, put on some moisturizer, and cried just a little tiny bit before she went to sleep.