Title:           Rainbow GuardAnon AiRGRE 01
Author:          RayneBowDash
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First Edit:      Saturday 27th of December 2014 11:48:02 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 28th of December 2014 01:59:14 AM CDT

>You are anon.
>And this movie is terrible.
>Rainbow had selected it for the Sunday night hangout, but it wasn’t the promised cheesy action flick at all.
>It had all that romance crap in it, with ponies getting all touchy feely on each other and everything.
>At least Dash seems to like it. She’s leaning forward, wings splayed out, completely immersed in the corny romcom antics playing out on screen.
>You would complain, but she seems to like it a little more than would allow for casual jibing.
>”But, despite everything... the herd, the monsters, the adventures... the one I love is-”
>”Ssssh,” the outrageously good-looking (you guess? For horse standards, anyway) stallion interjected, putting a hoof to the mare’s lips.
>”Just kiss me, you silly mare.”
>The mare smiled before going in for the kiss, as the movie faded to black and white letters appeared.
>Fin.
>You glance toward Rainbow, who you’ve noticed seems to be stealing peeks at you before looking away, red-faced.
>”Hehe, w-what a dumb movie, right anon?”
>Is she embarrassed about how cheesy her movie turned out to be?
“It was alright…”
>Dash perks up a bit, seemingly confused.
“For probably the exact opposite of the kind of movie you can get drunk on a Sunday with.”
>She turns and coughs before sheepishly smiling at you.
>”Y-yeah, I can’t believe how mushy that was. Didn’t see that one coming, heh.”
>She’s rubbing a leg, looking away from you, and her wings are still standing straight up.
>Poor thing, she must be really embarrassed.
“I mean, it wasn’t bad. Just not what I think we were going for. How about we put in Rambpone III? I hear he takes out a dragon mid-flight with a throwing knife.”
>Rainbow gives a defeated look at the bottles littering the floor and table.
>”Nah, I’m starting to think that it’s pointless to try and get you dru-”
>She coughs a little, stuttering.
>”I-I mean, drunken Sundays are pretty hard when you have to spend a year’s worth of bits just to get buzzed.”
>Huh. Now that you think about it, Rainbow hadn’t really drunk as much as you. Had she just been sipping that same bottle the entire time?
>Stupid weak pony alcohol.
“Alright, I guess that’s fine. I gotta go do my millionth round of interviews tomorrow, so I gotta sleep early anyway.”
>It was still weird getting used to the fact that you really couldn’t manage to get a hangover here, no matter how hard you tried.
>”I still don’t understand why you’re bothering, Anon. You know stallions don’t need to...”
>You give her a glare and she slowly dwindles off.
>”Look, maybe things were different on Ear-wherever it was you came from, but you know how it is here.”
>You shake your head, getting up from the couch.
“Dash, if I said the same to you, you would be outraged. How would you feel about never being able to be a weathermare again?”
>She looked away, scuffing a hoof on the ground.
“I need to find some way to support myself. Celestia was very clear; no more support after next week, and I’m not about to become some kind of stay-at-home doormat. All that support she provided was just to keep me up while I got acclimated.”
>Rainbow sights, looking up to your face.
>”Fine, Anon. But just… If you can’t find a job, it’s not the end of the world, you know?”
>You grunt before picking up a handful of bottles and walking them to the recycling bin.
>Gotta make sure this world doesn’t repeat your mistakes and all that, right?
>After cleaning up, you return to your living room to find Dash standing awkwardly by your couch.
>She looks up before nodding and gathering her stuff.
>”Sorry about that, Anon, but you have to accept the world you’re in sometime.”
>She looks at you beggingly, searching for some kind of agreement or recognition.
“Dash, your society has to accept me as much as I have to accept it. And I’m not going to live at home on someone else’s dime.”
>”That’s not what you said when Celestia offered!”
>You smile, before waving a hand dismissively.
“Now, there’s a difference between being an ambassador and a house… Husband. Or whatever it is over here.”
>Rainbow grins, walking toward your door, swinging her saddlebag across her back.
>”I’ll see ya tomorrow, Anon. Salty Seahorse?”
”Sure thing. Six o’clock.”
>Dash gives a salute before stepping out the door and into the night, closing it behind her.
>It’s gonna be hell tomorrow; you hadn’t been able to find a job anywhere for the past month.