- >You walk into the establishment, wiping your boots off.
- >It's raining like a bastard out there.
- >What used to be soft rain had been replaced by nails slamming against the windowpanes.
- >The bartender gives you a warm greeting as you take your normal seat.
- >Being at a bar long enough to have a 'normal' seat says enough right there.
- >The bartender bringing you your preferred drink without saying a word says even more.
- "Thanks, Tap."
- >You bring the drink to your lips.
- >Brandy, hard.
- >It was a liquor so thick it burnt your nosehairs as you gave it a whiff.
- >Just how you liked it.
- >The door swings open, and a blue pegasus walks inside.
- >You couldn't mistake this one for anyone else, given the description Gilda once gave you about her.
- >She shakes off her rainbow mane like a dog, no regard for others.
- >It's been raining like a bastard...and you think you know why.
- >The small sip of liquid courage from before was more than enough to strike up a conversation.
- >Everybody's got a story.
- >And you're set on learning hers.
- "Hey."
- >She quickly looks up at you.
- >"What do you want, bozo?"
- >Charming. It's obvious why that griffon hung around with this one.
- "A chat. Indulge me?"
- >"Indulge yourself."
- >A firecracker, eh?
- >No use in trying to get close to this one it seems.
- >Just as you sit back in your seat fully, accepting her silence...
- >"I'm tired of not being noticed."
- >The bartender drops off her drink.
- >A beer, Blue Ribbon.
- >Nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.
- >Though, in this place, Blue Ribbon has an entirely different meaning.
- >But that's another story.
- >She chugs half of it down, and takes a long winded breath.
- "You, unnoticed? Hate to break it to ya sister, but everyone knows who you are."
- >She made sure of it too.
- >From parades around town to writing in the sky, her weather control and aerial tricks are well known.
- >"It's not those people I'm worried about.
- >Maybe it's that sports team she's worried about.
- "So what if that group hasn't picked you up, yet-"
- >"It's not them either."
- >She finishes off the last of her mug, clearly drowning in her sorrows along with her alcohol.
- >"It's HIM."
- >She lays on the facetious tone as heavily as possible.
- >Just as you wonder who the colt might be, her scared expression as she turns away from the door answers your question.
- >The red draft p0ny walks inside, greeted by a patron or two.
- >Mac was a well know sort.
- >One of your closest friends for sure.
- >This is evident by the casual manor in which he walks up to you and hoof's your arm.
- "Another long day on the orchard, Mac?"
- >"Eeyup."
- >He walks over to his usual table and sits down.
- >Everybody's got a story.
- >You'll get his later.
- >For now, a certain blue mare is shaking in her boots over his arrival.
- >If she had boots, that is.
- "Go talk to him."
- >This almost makes her spill the mug she's been clutching onto for the past minute.
- >"No way!"
- >If Mac wasn't so focused on his little group at his table, he would have heard that.
- >"I, uh...I'm just used to people talking to me..."
- >She goes to take a swig, but can't bring herself to.
- >"They ask me for an autograph or want me to do a trick."
- >She solemnly looks to the nearby window, staring at his reflection.
- >"No matter what I do, he never seems to notice."
- >You know Mac, he's a silent type.
- >He doesn't miss much, but not one to speak up about things.
- >Let's see if he noticed this.
- >As the bartender goes to call up his drink, you stop him.
- "I got it, Tap."
- >He nods and hands you the drink.
- >He knows you aren't one to steal other people's tabs.
- >At anything, you'd pay for 'em yourself.
- >You hand the drink to the blue pile of fear.
- "Give it to him."
- >She doesn't budge.
- >"N..no way. That's..."
- "Trust me."
- >Your word is never taken lightly.
- >P0nies see you as someone who's been around the block a few times...
- >But that's another story.
- >She gets up, glass in hand.
- >Slowly, but surely, she walks to his table.
- >Without interrupting, she slides in close and holds out his drink.
- >"H-here, Mac."
- >He goes to grab it, thanking the mare who delivered it...
- >And stops.
- >The tone of her voice, the look in her eyes...
- >It could have been anything.
- >But something caught his attention.
- >She takes a seat next to him, and after a brief silence, conversation resumes it's normal course.
- >Her included.
- >Everybody's got a story.
- >And those two are sure to make a new one.
- >"Playing cupid again, are we?"
- >You turns back to stop gawking at the two.
- >Trixie levitates your glass and takes a sip.
- >She's using magic, that's a good sign.
- >She puts down your glass and slides it back to you.
- >"You know you have a knack for this."
- "On this again, Trix?"
- >She sits in the seat closest to you, leaning in.
- >"You know you don't alway have to matchmake for everyone else..."
- >The intent in her voice is clear.
- >As is the rejection in yours.
- "Sorry Trix, you know I don't."
- >With a frown, she steals more of your drink.
- >While p0nies and love hold no contention in your heart...
- >You refuse to treat Trixie like a random bar girl.
- >...or like how she treats the random bar guys...
- >But that's a story for another day.
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