- >knocking at the door
- >who the fuck could be knocking at the door at three in the morning?
- >if it weren't for that 4AM thread you were waiting for, you'd be asleep
- >you really don't want to go see what kind of bullshit is happening outside and why it requires your attention at such a time
- >you walk downstairs, thinking about what good times you'll have there
- >you open the door
- >Fleur de Lis stands before you, cocking her head to the side
- >nope
- >you close the door
- >knocking again
- >you scratch your head
- >opening the door again, you see Fleur still there
- >striking a little pose, leaning up against the doorframe
- "Bonjour, I am so sorry to bother you at zis hour," she says
- >you swallow
- >then you slap yourself across the face, getting a little squeak of surprise from the slender, alabaster mare before you
- "Monsier, iz someting wrong?"
- >this was really fucking happening
- >your favorite pony
- >right there in front of you
- >she was beautiful in the moonlight
- "Fleur de Lis?"
- >your voice is shaky, weak
- "Of course... Are you Anon, from 52 Baker Street?" she asks
- "Yeah, I'm Anon! I can't believe you're he--
- >52 Baker Street?
- "Actually, this is 56 Baker Street, but I'm Anon, and I'm so happy to meet you, come in!"
- >she rears back
- "Oh non, mes excuses! I must go, I must be at 52 Baker Street. Au revoir!"
- >she gallops away before you can even open your mouth
- >you hear the door open and close down the street, then the sounds of raunchy, dirty french sex through the open window
- >you go to your room and drink yourself until your liver fails
- Today was a bad PiE day.
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