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A Guy, A Lyre, and a Park Bench -Chapter 12-

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The Morning After the "Incident"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuD9pgIZVMM
>This attic started out nice and airy, not stuffy or hot at all in fact.
>At the moment, however, it was not.
>You lay in your bed, arms outstretched and your eyes staring directly at the ceiling above you.
>Bon-Bon rested on top of you, her hair frazzled and a content smile on her face.
>Her head was on your chest, and you could see it rise and fall with your breathing.
>You are Anonymous.
>And you are a bad, bad person.
>You were a bad person all night long, and you were a bad person into the wee hours of the morning.
>Raising your head, you look to Bon-Bon sleeping soundly on top of you.
>Huh.
>Maybe it wasn't all that bad.
>I mean, you liked these mares.
>You liked them a lot.
>Choosing one over the other though?
>Problematic.
>But for now, you were content to just lay here with Bon-Bon, the two of you resting together post bliss.
>Wrapping your arms around her, you bring her closer to you and plant a kiss on the top of her head.
>Yeah.
>Yeah, you were okay with this.
>She stirs awake and cracks her eyes open, looking up at you.
"Hey."
>"Is it morning?"
"No clue."
>"Hm."
"How do you feel? All better now?"
>She sighs and snuggles into your neck, a hoof on your chest.
>"Adequate."
"Mmhmm."
>"Hey."
"Yeah?"
>"Thanks. for... you know."
"Anytime."
>She raises her eyebrows at that statement.
>"I will remember those words."
>You laugh, and softly scratch behind her ear.
>Her reaction isn't as intense as it was last night, but she still mews when you do so.
>"You know she's waiting at the bottom of the ladder, right?"
"Wha?"
>"Lyra. She hasn't left that spot all night."
"...how do you know tha-"
>"You watch enough Criminal Mind like me, you get to know the mind of a crazed mare."
"Is she... you know, still-"
>"Yup."
>You groan and slump your head back into your pillow.
"Perfect. And here I thought this would be over soon."
>Bon-Bon gives a grin.
"You're never going to let her live this down, are you?"
>"Absolutely not."
"That's a bit mean, don't you think?"
>"At this point she's too worried about losing our bet to care too much about what we did together... I AM winning the bet, aren't i?"
>She looks up at you, genuine curiosity in her eyes.
>Her voice was also not as flat as usual. There was a bit of character in there.
>You decide to mess with her a bit.
"Winning? Maybe. I mean, I have no clue what Lyra's like in our current situation, so there's no way to tell."
>"...you need confirmation of Lyra's skills to come up with a reasoned conclusion?"
>You give a short laugh and hug her.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying.
>Your sarcasm is evident, but she doesn't catch it.
>It is because of this that she does what she does next.
>She hops out of the bed, trotting to the hatch of the attic.
"...Bonnie?"
>Opening the hatch, she looks down and calls out.
>"You're up to bat."
>Oh sweet jesus no.
>You're scrambling out of the bed, but Lyra's already in the attic before you even have a chance to get away.
>LYRA: "You kept him naked? Good."
"Wait a minute, hold up! Let's just think this over!"
>BON: "Should I stay to stand guard, or are you going to be alright by yourself?"
>LYRA: "I got this."
>BON: "He might be a bit tired, just to warn you."
>LYRA: "I thought I asked you NOT to tire him out for me?"
>BON: "We lost track of time."
>LYRA: "*sigh* Fine, what should I expect?"
>Bon-Bon simply smiles.
>LYRA: "Oh god yes."
>BON: "Lyra?"
>LYRA: "Yes dear?"
>BON: "Window."
>LYRA: "Wha- OH NO YOU DON'T."
>Before you can leap from the attic, Lyra grabs a hold of your leg and tugs you back inside.
"Really?! Is this REALLY happening right now?!"
>LYRA: "YES."
"No one acts like this! No one DOES this!"
>Bon-Bon leaves the attic and closes the hatch behind her.
>Lyra creeps a grin onto her face.
>LYRA: "Now then, I've heard a lot about these... "Hands" of yours..."
>There are no brakes on this sexy, sexy roller-coaster.
>But you wanted off all the same.
A Few Weeks Later
"Here you go sir, enjoy."
>"Thanks."
"If you need anything else just give me a holler."
>Today was good. Slightly busy at the cafe, more than usual, but you were handling it well enough.
>You were getting better and better at making food for ponies, and you were pretty cool with that so far.
>Sometimes change was good.
>Things at home were changing as well.
>Ever since you were assaulted by Lyra and Bon-Bon, they've been getting more and more competitive.
>Just the other day, the two of them tried making you choose who was better at backgammon.
>It was Lyra, but the triviality of it all was getting to you.
>That, and you were starting to understand a little more about yourself.
>Specifically, where your feelings lie.
>But that reveal was for another time.
>You had more important things to worry about than your simple romantic interests.
>Like how Lyra walks into the cafe and bursts into the kitchen, panting and smiling in excitement.
>"ANON!"
"Gah!"
>"Anon, you're NOT going to believe it! You're not going to BELIEVE what just happened!"
"You know you're not allowed in the kitchen, right?"
>"Not important! Anon, we hit the big time!"
"What?"
>"My band! We have a gig!"
"Wow, really?"
>"Yeah! But that's not the best part."
"Well you've got me hooked. What's the best part?"
>"Check it: It's a battle of the bands competition. In Las Pegasus!"
"Wow. That's pretty cool!"
>"I am SO stoked right now, I can't even contain myself. Catch me!"
"Wha-"
>Lyra bounds at you and you catch her in your arms, nearly dropping a pan of potatoes on the ground.
>"Very nice."
"More warning next time, okay?"
>"Ah you'll live. Anyway, I want you to come with us."
"Wait back up, what?"
>"To the battle of the bands! I want you to come along with us!"
"You do know I'm employed, right? I have a job?"
>"Your point?"
"Lyra I'm the ONLY person employed here. How on earth am I supposed to get time off to go to Las Pegasus with you and your band?"
>Lyra blinks a couple of times.
>Then she's rushing over to Roseluck's office.
"Wait, wait a minute what? What are you-"
>"I'M GETTING YOU A VACATION."
Minutes Later
"I'm stunned."
>"You can thank me later, tiger."
"I just... a week off? How did you manage that?"
>"It was actually really easy. Turns out, she was going to the competition too."
"Wait, what?"
>"She's actually a big fan of our stuff, believe it or not. She was cool with it."
>You smile.
>This was starting to sound pretty fun.
>Lyra's grinning from ear to ear, practically skipping as the two of you walk down the road.
>"Oh! I have practice in a few. Wanna watch?"
"Absolutely."
>All smiles.
>Lyra leads you to a small house next to a watch repair shop, and you go inside.
>LYRA: "Yo! I bring a guest with me today!"
>There are three ponies standing in a barren living room staring at you.
>A brown colt with an hourglass cutiemark nods over to you.
>The one on the drums is grey with yellow hair.
>Her eyes were... different, to say the least.
>And holding a bass guitar was another grey mare, this one with a bow tie and brown mane.
>LYRA: "Anon, allow me to introduce our band. This is 'Doctor' Hooves. It's a stage name really."
"Hi."
>HOOVES: "Cheers."
>LYRA: "On bass we have Octavia."
>OCT: "Sup."
>LYRA: "And last but not least we have our favorite little drummer mare, Ditzy Doo."
>DITZ: "Yo."
"Where's Vinyl?"
>HOOVES: "Love got fed up and went solo. She's got a single out right now, actually."
"Huh. Sorry to hear that."
>OCT: "S'allright. Never really liked her anyway."
>DITZ: "We bringing this up again?"
>LYRA: "Okay, no feuding. Anon! You ready to hear some music that will blow your mind?"
"That good huh?"
>LYRA: "Nah. We're terrible."
>She trots over and picks up a guitar, plugging it into an amp next to her.
>LYRA: "Ready?"
>They all nod.
"Wait, what's the name of your band anywa-"
>Ditzy Doo screams:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiLjTIeosBk&feature=relmfu
~END~

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The Morning After the "Incident"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuD9pgIZVMM

>This attic started out nice and airy, not stuffy or hot at all in fact.
>At the moment, however, it was not.
>You lay in your bed, arms outstretched and your eyes staring directly at the ceiling above you.
>Bon-Bon rested on top of you, her hair frazzled and a content smile on her face.
>Her head was on your chest, and you could see it rise and fall with your breathing.
>You are Anonymous.
>And you are a bad, bad person.
>You were a bad person all night long, and you were a bad person into the wee hours of the morning.
>Raising your head, you look to Bon-Bon sleeping soundly on top of you.
>Huh.
>Maybe it wasn't all that bad.
>I mean, you liked these mares.
>You liked them a lot.
>Choosing one over the other though?
>Problematic.
>But for now, you were content to just lay here with Bon-Bon, the two of you resting together post bliss.
>Wrapping your arms around her, you bring her closer to you and plant a kiss on the top of her head.
>Yeah.
>Yeah, you were okay with this.

>She stirs awake and cracks her eyes open, looking up at you.
"Hey."
>"Is it morning?"
"No clue."
>"Hm."
"How do you feel? All better now?"
>She sighs and snuggles into your neck, a hoof on your chest.
>"Adequate."
"Mmhmm."
>"Hey."
"Yeah?"
>"Thanks. for... you know."
"Anytime."
>She raises her eyebrows at that statement.
>"I will remember those words."
>You laugh, and softly scratch behind her ear.
>Her reaction isn't as intense as it was last night, but she still mews when you do so.
>"You know she's waiting at the bottom of the ladder, right?"
"Wha?"
>"Lyra. She hasn't left that spot all night."
"...how do you know tha-"
>"You watch enough Criminal Mind like me, you get to know the mind of a crazed mare."

"Is she... you know, still-"
>"Yup."
>You groan and slump your head back into your pillow.
"Perfect. And here I thought this would be over soon."
>Bon-Bon gives a grin.
"You're never going to let her live this down, are you?"
>"Absolutely not."
"That's a bit mean, don't you think?"
>"At this point she's too worried about losing our bet to care too much about what we did together... I AM winning the bet, aren't i?"
>She looks up at you, genuine curiosity in her eyes.
>Her voice was also not as flat as usual. There was a bit of character in there.
>You decide to mess with her a bit.
"Winning? Maybe. I mean, I have no clue what Lyra's like in our current situation, so there's no way to tell."
>"...you need confirmation of Lyra's skills to come up with a reasoned conclusion?"
>You give a short laugh and hug her.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying.
>Your sarcasm is evident, but she doesn't catch it.
>It is because of this that she does what she does next.
>She hops out of the bed, trotting to the hatch of the attic.
"...Bonnie?"
>Opening the hatch, she looks down and calls out.
>"You're up to bat."
>Oh sweet jesus no.

>You're scrambling out of the bed, but Lyra's already in the attic before you even have a chance to get away.
>LYRA: "You kept him naked? Good."
"Wait a minute, hold up! Let's just think this over!"
>BON: "Should I stay to stand guard, or are you going to be alright by yourself?"
>LYRA: "I got this."
>BON: "He might be a bit tired, just to warn you."
>LYRA: "I thought I asked you NOT to tire him out for me?"
>BON: "We lost track of time."
>LYRA: "*sigh* Fine, what should I expect?"
>Bon-Bon simply smiles.
>LYRA: "Oh god yes."
>BON: "Lyra?"
>LYRA: "Yes dear?"
>BON: "Window."
>LYRA: "Wha- OH NO YOU DON'T."
>Before you can leap from the attic, Lyra grabs a hold of your leg and tugs you back inside.
"Really?! Is this REALLY happening right now?!"
>LYRA: "YES."
"No one acts like this! No one DOES this!"
>Bon-Bon leaves the attic and closes the hatch behind her.
>Lyra creeps a grin onto her face.
>LYRA: "Now then, I've heard a lot about these... "Hands" of yours..."
>There are no brakes on this sexy, sexy roller-coaster.
>But you wanted off all the same.

A Few Weeks Later

"Here you go sir, enjoy."
>"Thanks."
"If you need anything else just give me a holler."
>Today was good. Slightly busy at the cafe, more than usual, but you were handling it well enough.
>You were getting better and better at making food for ponies, and you were pretty cool with that so far.
>Sometimes change was good.
>Things at home were changing as well.
>Ever since you were assaulted by Lyra and Bon-Bon, they've been getting more and more competitive.
>Just the other day, the two of them tried making you choose who was better at backgammon.
>It was Lyra, but the triviality of it all was getting to you.
>That, and you were starting to understand a little more about yourself.
>Specifically, where your feelings lie.
>But that reveal was for another time.
>You had more important things to worry about than your simple romantic interests.
>Like how Lyra walks into the cafe and bursts into the kitchen, panting and smiling in excitement.
>"ANON!"
"Gah!"
>"Anon, you're NOT going to believe it! You're not going to BELIEVE what just happened!"
"You know you're not allowed in the kitchen, right?"
>"Not important! Anon, we hit the big time!"
"What?"
>"My band! We have a gig!"

"Wow, really?"
>"Yeah! But that's not the best part."
"Well you've got me hooked. What's the best part?"
>"Check it: It's a battle of the bands competition. In Las Pegasus!"
"Wow. That's pretty cool!"
>"I am SO stoked right now, I can't even contain myself. Catch me!"
"Wha-"
>Lyra bounds at you and you catch her in your arms, nearly dropping a pan of potatoes on the ground.
>"Very nice."
"More warning next time, okay?"
>"Ah you'll live. Anyway, I want you to come with us."
"Wait back up, what?"
>"To the battle of the bands! I want you to come along with us!"
"You do know I'm employed, right? I have a job?"
>"Your point?"
"Lyra I'm the ONLY person employed here. How on earth am I supposed to get time off to go to Las Pegasus with you and your band?"
>Lyra blinks a couple of times.
>Then she's rushing over to Roseluck's office.
"Wait, wait a minute what? What are you-"
>"I'M GETTING YOU A VACATION."

Minutes Later

"I'm stunned."
>"You can thank me later, tiger."
"I just... a week off? How did you manage that?"
>"It was actually really easy. Turns out, she was going to the competition too."
"Wait, what?"
>"She's actually a big fan of our stuff, believe it or not. She was cool with it."
>You smile.
>This was starting to sound pretty fun.
>Lyra's grinning from ear to ear, practically skipping as the two of you walk down the road.
>"Oh! I have practice in a few. Wanna watch?"
"Absolutely."
>All smiles.
>Lyra leads you to a small house next to a watch repair shop, and you go inside.
>LYRA: "Yo! I bring a guest with me today!"
>There are three ponies standing in a barren living room staring at you.
>A brown colt with an hourglass cutiemark nods over to you.
>The one on the drums is grey with yellow hair.
>Her eyes were... different, to say the least.
>And holding a bass guitar was another grey mare, this one with a bow tie and brown mane.
>LYRA: "Anon, allow me to introduce our band. This is 'Doctor' Hooves. It's a stage name really."
"Hi."
>HOOVES: "Cheers."
>LYRA: "On bass we have Octavia."
>OCT: "Sup."
>LYRA: "And last but not least we have our favorite little drummer mare, Ditzy Doo."
>DITZ: "Yo."
"Where's Vinyl?"
>HOOVES: "Love got fed up and went solo. She's got a single out right now, actually."
"Huh. Sorry to hear that."
>OCT: "S'allright. Never really liked her anyway."
>DITZ: "We bringing this up again?"
>LYRA: "Okay, no feuding. Anon! You ready to hear some music that will blow your mind?"
"That good huh?"
>LYRA: "Nah. We're terrible."
>She trots over and picks up a guitar, plugging it into an amp next to her.
>LYRA: "Ready?"
>They all nod.
"Wait, what's the name of your band anywa-"
>Ditzy Doo screams:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiLjTIeosBk&feature=relmfu

~END~

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