Trix of the Trade - Chapter 2(Incomplete)

>”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.