Title:           Trix of the Trade - Chapter 2(Incomplete)
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Sunday 15th of April 2012 11:19:33 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 15th of April 2012 11:19:33 PM CDT

>”Yes! Thas it!”
>Finally! After being led to the wrong part of, ‘Just outside of town.’ three times in a row, you have found Trixie’s wagon.
>Trixie’s sense of direction was non-existent at the moment.  
>The wagon is, well, big! If she didn’t have to fit an entire stage in there, you’d say it’s too big.
>Through the dark, you also discern that the wagon looks rather… girly? Accurate descriptions become difficult late at night.
>”This!” You stop Trixie from falling once again. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve do it.
>”Is Trixie’s not-so-hubble abode.”
“Huh. I never pictured you as a travelling Gypsy.”
>”A what?”
>Or right, not Earth.
“Nevermind, can you handle yourself from here?”
>”Yes… Yes I think I got it.”
>You remove your hand from her back. She stumbles forward, she even nearly falls a few times, but she makes it to the step ladder.
>She hops up the step ladder with surprising grace and opens the door to the wagon.
>Great! You have successfully helped a drunken, depressed Pony get home before she did something she would regret. There’s your good deed for the week.
>You turn back-
>”Where ARE you goin’?”
>You about-face to see Trixie standing at the entryway.
“Uh… Home?”
>She doesn’t look disappointed. She doesn’t look wanting.
>Just confused.
>”You’re not gonna invite yourself in like AAAALLLLLLL the other ‘Gentlecolts’?” There’s an edge in her voice.
“Nope! Even if I were physically attracted to ponies, I wouldn’t take advantage of one in your position.”
>Manners, manners, manners! You thought your parents taught you how to treat a lady well enough. Rarity said otherwise.
>Trixie doesn’t look satisfied with that answer.
>”Come see me tomorrow.” She says flatly before slamming the door shut.
>Uh. Okay.
>You make your way back to the Boutique, your path illuminated by Luna’s moon.
>The bite of a cold evening began to sink in and the prospect of sleep in a warm bed quickly became the only thing on your mind.
>Yes! There’s the Boutique. Bed. Sleep. Door. Open. Rest. Warm. “Anonymous?”
>Wait, what?
>”Anonymous, is that you?” Oh yes, Rarity must still be awake.
>Her voice is coming from the kitchen.
“Uh, yeah.”
>”Could you come in here, dear? We need to discuss something.”
>You follow her voice into the kitchen. Rarity sits at the same spot at the table she occupied before you left.
>A bottle of Red Wine and two wine glasses are laid out in front of her.
>”Please, sit.”
>You oblige.
>She magically pours herself a glass of wine.
>”Would you like a glass?”
>If she’s about to say what you think she’s about to say, then you’re going to need a lot of glasses of wine.
”Yes, please.”
>She proceeds to pour you a glass as well then levitates it into your hand.
>”Anonymous, how long has it been since I took you in?”
“About three months ago.”
>”Ah, yes. And they have been a wonderful three months, have they not?”
>You take a sip of wine. Okay, maybe like three sips.
>”I gave you one small task and you turn me into The Hottest Fashionista in all of Equestria.”
>She really likes that title. You take another sip of wine.
>”Since then, I’ve been busy. Too busy! But, I love what I do and I can’t think of anything else that would make me happier… Except one thing.”
>You polish off your wine. You want to ask for more.
>”You see, Anonymous, I’ve always been one for meritorious romance but I’ve… never had a special somepony of my own. I kept myself busy with my work, hoping the right stallion would come to find me.”
>Forget manners, you pour yourself another drink.
>”So that’s why I need to ask you…”
>Please don’t say it. Rarity, for the love of god, please don’t say what you’re about to say.
>”To relocate, or, um, move out.”
>You spit out your wine.