"... Rocky Green Dragon, please."
One of the bartender's eyebrows raises at hearing the request. "Do you even know what a Rocky Green Dragon is?"
"No." You smile wider than you thought was ever possible, "But it's a cool name, so I'd like one."
"Well, it's a cool drink. But I can't serve it to you... in here. If you want it, you'll have to go to the veranda and I will send it on out to you."
"Alright," you stand looking little lost. The bartender points you to the set of double doors at the back of the bar. Dutifully you walk out the doors, only to be greeted with the fragrance of pine mingled with a thousand exotic smells, none of which you can identify. A cool breeze rustles the trees as you take a seat at a table next to one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen, unfortunately for you she seems enraptured by the slurred droning of some fool with buck teeth and an ass' ears. Now why can't you have the attention of that buxom woman? You're better than the ass she's listening too.
The barmaid interupts your internal reverie as she puts in front of you one of the largest glasses you have ever seen in your life. It resembles a large fishbowl on stilts filled with a seaweed green concoction. She gives you a slight hint of a smile as she puts a large straw in your hand. You can't help but return the smile. Well let's just see what you've gotten yourself into, you think as you slip the straw into the insane amount of liquid.
You suck. Then suck somemore. You suck until you think your head will implode, then suck just a little more. You realize that you've had your eyes closed with all this exertion and open them.
OOOoo! It's almost to your lips. A little more.... Suddenly your mouth is filled with a taste explosion. Your eyes go wide as you swallow, and before you realize you let out a bellow of triumph.
This stops all conversation on the veranda. All eyes on you and your drink. Fumbling for words, your subconsious hijacks your mouth and you hear yourself saying "This is the best goddamn drink I have ever had"
Satisfied, most patrons return to what they were doing, except the bombshell that you noticed earlier. She just sits there, staring at you with the most incredible blue eyes you have ever seen. As the two of you are locked in this staring contest you mentally high five your subconsious for such a good comeback.
The ass that she was so intently listening to earlier makes a few vain attempts at regaining her attention, then slinks off back into the bar.
The woman finally breaks the silence as she moves to your table. "what kind of drink is that?"
"Hm?... Oh, a rocky green dragon"
"That's the largest drink I have ever seen"
You respond, "If I would have known how big this drink was I probably wouldn't have ordered it."
The barmaid comes back out with a new drink for your companion. "What are you having?" you ask hopeful to extend the conversation.
"It's a Maiden's Prayer"
As the night continues, the two of you touch on many topics as the liquors both of you are consuming course through your viens. The woman just seems to grow more and more gorgous as time passes. You on the other hand, start turning green. Not a sickly green, but actually a pleasant shade of green to look at. You begin to feel a little constricted by your now too small clothing, as you have been getting larger. The maiden, seeing your discomfort offers, " Maybe you should undress. Those clothes look way too tight on you."
Feeling a little bit shy, you counter with "But, what about all the other..." Your are cut off in mid sentence by the sound of your trousers reaching its load bearing capacity and then some. And not more than a half second later the rest of your clothing, in rapid fire succesion, announces that they too have gone on strike and will no longer cover you from the elements. "Well, I guess its a rather moot point now"
The Maiden doubles over in laughter. "You should have seen your face!" she chokes out. Finally, her laughter tapers off to a few giggles, she wipes her eyes and give you a small kiss on the cheek. Not expecting this you smile as the changes begin anew. Now, not only are you getting larger, but stronger. A strange tingling runs up your back, lasting only a fraction of a second. You then hear a pop as your new tail falls like a tree felled in the woods to the floor with a thud that was more felt than heard. Your forehead flattens then sprouts horns. As this is happening your skull rearranges itself, sounding disturbing like glass being smashed in a towel.
The maiden stares at you, with love in her eyes and whispers a soft "Thank you, God."
The change reaches a final fevered pitched as it puts on the finishing touches to you new body. New talons, sharper than a scalpel and stronger than surgical steel. Barbs at the end of your tail anounce their presence with a pop. Wings, leathery and strong unfurl from your back like the sails on a boat ready to make real headway.
A strange calm overtakes you as you are assured of your new place in the food chain and what you must now do. You calmly finish your drink in one gulp, not using the straw, after all it isn't good to waste. You gingerly take your Maiden in your claws, beat your wings, upsetting a good portion of the tables that survived your transformation, then lift gracefully into the sky. You now have your maiden, but still need a place for your den, and the hoard you are sure to collect.