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# A Guy, A Lyre, and a Park Bench -Chapter 5-

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1. >"And make sure that the leaves in the salad are all facing vein side up. I can't eat it if a single leaf is facing in the wrong direction."
2. "Yes ma'am."
3. >"Do you have honey? I want honey on the salad. Make sure you take some honey and put it all over my salad."
4. "Yes ma'am."
5. >"Did I mention the roasted almonds?"
6. "Yes, ma'am, you did."
7. >"Make sure they're a golden brown after the roasting. I brought color swatches, so I'll know if you overcooked them."
8. "Yes ma'am. Anything else."
9. >"Berry punch."
10. "We don't serve-"
11. >"Bring me your manager. Now."
12. "Ma'am I can just give you a different drink. How about apple juice, we have plenty of-"
13. >"I cannot believe that an establishment like this would NOT have berry punch. It's unacceptable."
14. "Yes, but-"
15. >"Honey. Make sure there's honey on the salad."
16. "You already told me that ma'am."
17. >"I was reminding you. You seem to be the slow type."
18. "Letting that slide. Anything else?"
19. >"Berry punch."
20. "Like I said, no berry-"
21. >"UNACCEPTABLE."
22. >The magenta mare flips her table and storms out of the restaurant, silverware tossing about as she does so.
23. >Roseluck just stands behind you, dumbstruck.
24. "We need to ban her from the cafe."
25. >"Agreed."
26. >Today was dragging on at an extremely slow pace.
27. >Not many customers today, but the ones that do show up all have incredibly complex orders for you.
28. >So far you've made twelve different types of dandelion salad, each one having something needlessly complex about it.
29. >The only solace you took was the fact that after you got done with your shift, you'd have the rest of the week off.
30. >And then, you'd go out to dinner with Lyra on Friday.
31. >All in all, a good time was on your way.
32. >Roseluck had to go out of town to visit family, so the cafe would be closed for the time being.
33. >At the moment, you were picking up after a very rude, very drunk mare that came in and flipped her shit.
34. >Kind of literally.
35. >Roseluck sighs and shakes her head.
36. >"I'm sorry Anon, really. I had no idea you were getting hounded like this from her."
37. "It's fine, boss. I don't let it get to me."
38. >"Well, that's good then. In any case, I think
39. we'll close up shop for now. You've had a rough day as is."
40. "Thanks, Miss Luck. I appreciate it."
41. >She politely nods as you get up and get your apron off.
42. >Waving one last time to Roseluck, you leave the store.
43. >You bump into something as soon as you exit the cafe.
44. "Oh, sorry. I didn't see-"
45. >Oh.
46. >Bon-Bon.
47. >BON: "Hey."
48. "Hi. What's up?"
49. >BON: "More re-runs. Slow day at the Chocolate Mane. Got hungry. Came here."
50. "You had work today?"
51. >BON: "Mmhmm. Like I said, business was slow."
52. "Same here."
53. >Bon-Bon leans her head past you and looks at the cafe."
54. >BON: "Closed?"
55. "Closed."
56. >BON: "Well. There goes my dinner."
57. "I can make something back at the house. Walk back with me?"
58. >Bon-Bon shrugs, but trots next to you as the two of you make your way back home.
59. "Did Lyra have band practice today?"
60. >BON: "Yeah. She should be home soon."
61. "Cool. I was thinking spaghetti tonight. You like pasta?"
62. >BON: "I despise pasta in all it's shapes and forms."
63. "Oh wow. You lose a point."
64. >"I thought I was the one keeping the point system?"
65. "You are, but how could someone NOT like spaghetti?"
66. >BON: "I despise pasta. That is all,."
67. "I'm not getting any answers?"
68. >BON: "No."
69. "Okay, well, what do you like then?"
70. >BON: "I like what I like."
71. "You know there's being deadpan and lovable, and then there's being what you're being right now. It's not very endearing."
72. >BON: "I am too endearing."
73. >She gives you her usual deadpan stare.
74. "You know, you're right. Why didn't I see it before?"
75. >She rolls her eyes.
76. >The walk gets quiet as the two of you continue down the cobblestone sidewalks.
77. >Eventually, Bon-Bon speaks up.
78. >BON: "Hey."
79. "Yeah?"
80. >BON: "You like Clopton Tarintino, right?"
81. "Yeah."
82. >BON: "Just checking."
83. "Uh-huh."
84. >...
85. >BON: "His new movie comes out tomorrow."
86. "Really?"
87. >BON: "Yeah."
88. "That the one that takes place in PWII?"
89. >BON: "Yeah."
90. "Cool. I saw some commercials for it but I forgot it was releasing that soon."
91. >BON: "Yup."
92. >...
93. >BON: "Do you want to-"
94. >LYRA: "BOO!"
95. >You jump a few feet in the air as Lyra sneaks up and spooks the two of you.
96. >Well, just you.
97. >Bon-Bon looks content and bored as always.
98. "Love of god, Lyra, what the hell?"
99. >LYRA: "Haha, sorry about that. I couldn't help it, really! I just saw you both and I figured... you know, 'Scare em"
100. >You runs a hand through your hair as you calm down, and notice that Lyra isn't alone.
101. "Who's you're friend?"
102. LYRA: "Anon, Vinyl Scratch. Vinyl, Anonymous. Bon-Bon already knows her."
103. >BON: "Hey Vinyl."
104. >VINYL: "Sup."
105. "Nice to meet you. Cool shades, by the way."
106. >VINYL: "Dude has an appreciation for classy eye-ware. Good catch, Lyra."
107. >LYRA: "Well I have good taste, I suppose."
108. "So I take it from the treble clef on your butt, that's you're a part of Lyra's band?"
109. >Vinyl nods, her spiked mane bobbin slightly as she does.
110. >VINYL: "You know it! Mixing and editing, that's me. I do some DJing and house mixes on the side too."
111. "Cool."
112. >VINYL: "Want a listen?"
113. >You shrug and nod.
114. "Sure, why not."
116. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KnkL_owKTE&feature=relmfu
118. >The beat.
119. >Good god this beat was... was...
120. >Perfect.
121. >You all sat on the couch in your house, and Vinyl played a small mix tape she brought with her.
122. >You speak up to her over the sound of the music.
123. "You made this all by yourself?"
124. >Vinyl is bobbing her head to the beat of the music, so you can't tell if she's nodding or just getting lost in her work.
125. >VINYL: "Hell yeah! The miracles of computer software!"
126. >You weren't about to argue, it was a good song.
127. >If this is the kind of stuff Vinyl made on her own, then you had high hopes for whatever the entire band could make.
128. >LYRA: "So, impressed?"
129. "Absolutely. It's pretty damn good."
130. >LYRA: "We practice tomorrow night, by the way."
131. "I thought you guys don't practice on Wednesdays?"
132. >LYRA: "We don't but we finally got a gig for next week, so we decided to put in an extra session."
133. "Makes sense."
134. >LYRA: "You want to come? You can finally see us in action."
135. >You think it over.
136. >That'd actually be pretty cool. A chance to see how they made their music.
137. >Out of the corner of you eye, you can see Bon-Bon glance away.
138. >...
139. "You know what, I can't. I think I have plans tomorrow night."
140. >Lyra looks disappointed, but she sighs and shrugs it off.
141. >LYRA: "You're loss, handsome. We're still on for Friday, right?"
142. "Yup."
143. >LYRA: "Then I can let it slide for now."
144. >All of you go back to listening to Vinyl's music, but you turn to Bon-Bon and give her a thumbs up.
145. >She smiles.
146. >Huh.
147. >That's new.
149. ~END~

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>"And make sure that the leaves in the salad are all facing vein side up. I can't eat it if a single leaf is facing in the wrong direction." "Yes ma'am." >"Do you have honey? I want honey on the salad. Make sure you take some honey and put it all over my salad." "Yes ma'am." >"Did I mention the roasted almonds?" "Yes, ma'am, you did." >"Make sure they're a golden brown after the roasting. I brought color swatches, so I'll know if you overcooked them." "Yes ma'am. Anything else." >"Berry punch." "We don't serve-" >"Bring me your manager. Now." "Ma'am I can just give you a different drink. How about apple juice, we have plenty of-" >"I cannot believe that an establishment like this would NOT have berry punch. It's unacceptable." "Yes, but-" >"Honey. Make sure there's honey on the salad." "You already told me that ma'am." >"I was reminding you. You seem to be the slow type." "Letting that slide. Anything else?" >"Berry punch." "Like I said, no berry-" >"UNACCEPTABLE." >The magenta mare flips her table and storms out of the restaurant, silverware tossing about as she does so. >Roseluck just stands behind you, dumbstruck. "We need to ban her from the cafe." >"Agreed." >Today was dragging on at an extremely slow pace. >Not many customers today, but the ones that do show up all have incredibly complex orders for you. >So far you've made twelve different types of dandelion salad, each one having something needlessly complex about it. >The only solace you took was the fact that after you got done with your shift, you'd have the rest of the week off. >And then, you'd go out to dinner with Lyra on Friday. >All in all, a good time was on your way. >Roseluck had to go out of town to visit family, so the cafe would be closed for the time being. >At the moment, you were picking up after a very rude, very drunk mare that came in and flipped her shit. >Kind of literally. >Roseluck sighs and shakes her head. >"I'm sorry Anon, really. I had no idea you were getting hounded like this from her." "It's fine, boss. I don't let it get to me." >"Well, that's good then. In any case, I think we'll close up shop for now. You've had a rough day as is." "Thanks, Miss Luck. I appreciate it." >She politely nods as you get up and get your apron off. >Waving one last time to Roseluck, you leave the store. >You bump into something as soon as you exit the cafe. "Oh, sorry. I didn't see-" >Oh. >Bon-Bon. >BON: "Hey." "Hi. What's up?" >BON: "More re-runs. Slow day at the Chocolate Mane. Got hungry. Came here." "You had work today?" >BON: "Mmhmm. Like I said, business was slow." "Same here." >Bon-Bon leans her head past you and looks at the cafe." >BON: "Closed?" "Closed." >BON: "Well. There goes my dinner." "I can make something back at the house. Walk back with me?" >Bon-Bon shrugs, but trots next to you as the two of you make your way back home. "Did Lyra have band practice today?" >BON: "Yeah. She should be home soon." "Cool. I was thinking spaghetti tonight. You like pasta?" >BON: "I despise pasta in all it's shapes and forms." "Oh wow. You lose a point." >"I thought I was the one keeping the point system?" "You are, but how could someone NOT like spaghetti?" >BON: "I despise pasta. That is all,." "I'm not getting any answers?" >BON: "No." "Okay, well, what do you like then?" >BON: "I like what I like." "You know there's being deadpan and lovable, and then there's being what you're being right now. It's not very endearing." >BON: "I am too endearing." >She gives you her usual deadpan stare. "You know, you're right. Why didn't I see it before?" >She rolls her eyes. >The walk gets quiet as the two of you continue down the cobblestone sidewalks. >Eventually, Bon-Bon speaks up. >BON: "Hey." "Yeah?" >BON: "You like Clopton Tarintino, right?" "Yeah." >BON: "Just checking." "Uh-huh." >... >BON: "His new movie comes out tomorrow." "Really?" >BON: "Yeah." "That the one that takes place in PWII?" >BON: "Yeah." "Cool. I saw some commercials for it but I forgot it was releasing that soon." >BON: "Yup." >... >BON: "Do you want to-" >LYRA: "BOO!" >You jump a few feet in the air as Lyra sneaks up and spooks the two of you. >Well, just you. >Bon-Bon looks content and bored as always. "Love of god, Lyra, what the hell?" >LYRA: "Haha, sorry about that. I couldn't help it, really! I just saw you both and I figured... you know, 'Scare em" >You runs a hand through your hair as you calm down, and notice that Lyra isn't alone. "Who's you're friend?" LYRA: "Anon, Vinyl Scratch. Vinyl, Anonymous. Bon-Bon already knows her." >BON: "Hey Vinyl." >VINYL: "Sup." "Nice to meet you. Cool shades, by the way." >VINYL: "Dude has an appreciation for classy eye-ware. Good catch, Lyra." >LYRA: "Well I have good taste, I suppose." "So I take it from the treble clef on your butt, that's you're a part of Lyra's band?" >Vinyl nods, her spiked mane bobbin slightly as she does. >VINYL: "You know it! Mixing and editing, that's me. I do some DJing and house mixes on the side too." "Cool." >VINYL: "Want a listen?" >You shrug and nod. "Sure, why not." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KnkL_owKTE&feature=relmfu >The beat. >Good god this beat was... was... >Perfect. >You all sat on the couch in your house, and Vinyl played a small mix tape she brought with her. >You speak up to her over the sound of the music. "You made this all by yourself?" >Vinyl is bobbing her head to the beat of the music, so you can't tell if she's nodding or just getting lost in her work. >VINYL: "Hell yeah! The miracles of computer software!" >You weren't about to argue, it was a good song. >If this is the kind of stuff Vinyl made on her own, then you had high hopes for whatever the entire band could make. >LYRA: "So, impressed?" "Absolutely. It's pretty damn good." >LYRA: "We practice tomorrow night, by the way." "I thought you guys don't practice on Wednesdays?" >LYRA: "We don't but we finally got a gig for next week, so we decided to put in an extra session." "Makes sense." >LYRA: "You want to come? You can finally see us in action." >You think it over. >That'd actually be pretty cool. A chance to see how they made their music. >Out of the corner of you eye, you can see Bon-Bon glance away. >... "You know what, I can't. I think I have plans tomorrow night." >Lyra looks disappointed, but she sighs and shrugs it off. >LYRA: "You're loss, handsome. We're still on for Friday, right?" "Yup." >LYRA: "Then I can let it slide for now." >All of you go back to listening to Vinyl's music, but you turn to Bon-Bon and give her a thumbs up. >She smiles. >Huh. >That's new. ~END~