>Another day, another odd job.
>Delivery this time.
>Since you mentioned it in passing, p0nies got really excited over the concept of food being brought right to their doorsteps.
>Today's delivery was pizza.
>Har-de-har, pizza delivery.
>Congratulations! You've brought a job of mediocrity to p0ny society, and claimed it as your own.
>You knock on the door.
"Hello? Ive got a..."
>You read the description aloud.
"...an extra large meat lover's..."
>What the fuck?
>Was this a griffon's house?
>You step back and look at the building.
>Carousel boutique.
>H-uh.
>The door swings open and you are quickly shoved inside by a blueish white aura.
>"Why yes darling...that's my order..."
>You try to open the door, dropping the pizza on the ground.
>The box opened, revealing a normal cheese pizza.
>At least she isn't actually a meat eater...
>But enough innuendo, the door you try is locked.
>Turning around you see Rarity lounging on her infamous red couch.
>"Oh, but I'm afraid I haven't the bits for my order...this is THE WORST POSSIBLE THING!"
>If it wasn't her bad acting that made you roll your eyes, it was this dumb situation.
>"I suppose you take...other forms of compensation?" she bats her eyelashes and keeps them half-lidded.
>Keeping cool you calmly say
"Cash or credit?"
>She furrows her brow
>As she opens her mouth to explain, you take off, darting out the window.
>You're pretty sure you aren't going to get a tip.
Fucking Rarity