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# A Guy, A Lyre, and a Park Bench -Chapter 12-

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1. The Morning After the "Incident"
3. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuD9pgIZVMM
5. >This attic started out nice and airy, not stuffy or hot at all in fact.
6. >At the moment, however, it was not.
7. >You lay in your bed, arms outstretched and your eyes staring directly at the ceiling above you.
8. >Bon-Bon rested on top of you, her hair frazzled and a content smile on her face.
9. >Her head was on your chest, and you could see it rise and fall with your breathing.
10. >You are Anonymous.
11. >And you are a bad, bad person.
12. >You were a bad person all night long, and you were a bad person into the wee hours of the morning.
13. >Raising your head, you look to Bon-Bon sleeping soundly on top of you.
14. >Huh.
15. >Maybe it wasn't all that bad.
16. >I mean, you liked these mares.
17. >You liked them a lot.
18. >Choosing one over the other though?
19. >Problematic.
20. >But for now, you were content to just lay here with Bon-Bon, the two of you resting together post bliss.
21. >Wrapping your arms around her, you bring her closer to you and plant a kiss on the top of her head.
22. >Yeah.
23. >Yeah, you were okay with this.
25. >She stirs awake and cracks her eyes open, looking up at you.
26. "Hey."
27. >"Is it morning?"
28. "No clue."
29. >"Hm."
30. "How do you feel? All better now?"
31. >She sighs and snuggles into your neck, a hoof on your chest.
32. >"Adequate."
33. "Mmhmm."
34. >"Hey."
35. "Yeah?"
36. >"Thanks. for... you know."
37. "Anytime."
38. >She raises her eyebrows at that statement.
39. >"I will remember those words."
40. >You laugh, and softly scratch behind her ear.
41. >Her reaction isn't as intense as it was last night, but she still mews when you do so.
42. >"You know she's waiting at the bottom of the ladder, right?"
43. "Wha?"
44. >"Lyra. She hasn't left that spot all night."
45. "...how do you know tha-"
46. >"You watch enough Criminal Mind like me, you get to know the mind of a crazed mare."
48. "Is she... you know, still-"
49. >"Yup."
50. >You groan and slump your head back into your pillow.
51. "Perfect. And here I thought this would be over soon."
52. >Bon-Bon gives a grin.
53. "You're never going to let her live this down, are you?"
54. >"Absolutely not."
55. "That's a bit mean, don't you think?"
56. >"At this point she's too worried about losing our bet to care too much about what we did together... I AM winning the bet, aren't i?"
57. >She looks up at you, genuine curiosity in her eyes.
58. >Her voice was also not as flat as usual. There was a bit of character in there.
59. >You decide to mess with her a bit.
60. "Winning? Maybe. I mean, I have no clue what Lyra's like in our current situation, so there's no way to tell."
61. >"...you need confirmation of Lyra's skills to come up with a reasoned conclusion?"
62. >You give a short laugh and hug her.
63. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying.
64. >Your sarcasm is evident, but she doesn't catch it.
65. >It is because of this that she does what she does next.
66. >She hops out of the bed, trotting to the hatch of the attic.
67. "...Bonnie?"
68. >Opening the hatch, she looks down and calls out.
69. >"You're up to bat."
70. >Oh sweet jesus no.
72. >You're scrambling out of the bed, but Lyra's already in the attic before you even have a chance to get away.
73. >LYRA: "You kept him naked? Good."
74. "Wait a minute, hold up! Let's just think this over!"
75. >BON: "Should I stay to stand guard, or are you going to be alright by yourself?"
76. >LYRA: "I got this."
77. >BON: "He might be a bit tired, just to warn you."
78. >LYRA: "I thought I asked you NOT to tire him out for me?"
79. >BON: "We lost track of time."
80. >LYRA: "*sigh* Fine, what should I expect?"
81. >Bon-Bon simply smiles.
82. >LYRA: "Oh god yes."
83. >BON: "Lyra?"
84. >LYRA: "Yes dear?"
85. >BON: "Window."
86. >LYRA: "Wha- OH NO YOU DON'T."
87. >Before you can leap from the attic, Lyra grabs a hold of your leg and tugs you back inside.
88. "Really?! Is this REALLY happening right now?!"
89. >LYRA: "YES."
90. "No one acts like this! No one DOES this!"
91. >Bon-Bon leaves the attic and closes the hatch behind her.
92. >Lyra creeps a grin onto her face.
93. >LYRA: "Now then, I've heard a lot about these... "Hands" of yours..."
94. >There are no brakes on this sexy, sexy roller-coaster.
95. >But you wanted off all the same.
97. A Few Weeks Later
99. "Here you go sir, enjoy."
100. >"Thanks."
101. "If you need anything else just give me a holler."
102. >Today was good. Slightly busy at the cafe, more than usual, but you were handling it well enough.
103. >You were getting better and better at making food for ponies, and you were pretty cool with that so far.
104. >Sometimes change was good.
105. >Things at home were changing as well.
106. >Ever since you were assaulted by Lyra and Bon-Bon, they've been getting more and more competitive.
107. >Just the other day, the two of them tried making you choose who was better at backgammon.
108. >It was Lyra, but the triviality of it all was getting to you.
109. >That, and you were starting to understand a little more about yourself.
110. >Specifically, where your feelings lie.
111. >But that reveal was for another time.
112. >You had more important things to worry about than your simple romantic interests.
113. >Like how Lyra walks into the cafe and bursts into the kitchen, panting and smiling in excitement.
114. >"ANON!"
115. "Gah!"
116. >"Anon, you're NOT going to believe it! You're not going to BELIEVE what just happened!"
117. "You know you're not allowed in the kitchen, right?"
118. >"Not important! Anon, we hit the big time!"
119. "What?"
120. >"My band! We have a gig!"
122. "Wow, really?"
123. >"Yeah! But that's not the best part."
124. "Well you've got me hooked. What's the best part?"
125. >"Check it: It's a battle of the bands competition. In Las Pegasus!"
126. "Wow. That's pretty cool!"
127. >"I am SO stoked right now, I can't even contain myself. Catch me!"
128. "Wha-"
129. >Lyra bounds at you and you catch her in your arms, nearly dropping a pan of potatoes on the ground.
130. >"Very nice."
131. "More warning next time, okay?"
132. >"Ah you'll live. Anyway, I want you to come with us."
133. "Wait back up, what?"
134. >"To the battle of the bands! I want you to come along with us!"
135. "You do know I'm employed, right? I have a job?"
136. >"Your point?"
137. "Lyra I'm the ONLY person employed here. How on earth am I supposed to get time off to go to Las Pegasus with you and your band?"
138. >Lyra blinks a couple of times.
139. >Then she's rushing over to Roseluck's office.
140. "Wait, wait a minute what? What are you-"
141. >"I'M GETTING YOU A VACATION."
143. Minutes Later
145. "I'm stunned."
146. >"You can thank me later, tiger."
147. "I just... a week off? How did you manage that?"
148. >"It was actually really easy. Turns out, she was going to the competition too."
149. "Wait, what?"
150. >"She's actually a big fan of our stuff, believe it or not. She was cool with it."
151. >You smile.
152. >This was starting to sound pretty fun.
153. >Lyra's grinning from ear to ear, practically skipping as the two of you walk down the road.
154. >"Oh! I have practice in a few. Wanna watch?"
155. "Absolutely."
156. >All smiles.
157. >Lyra leads you to a small house next to a watch repair shop, and you go inside.
158. >LYRA: "Yo! I bring a guest with me today!"
159. >There are three ponies standing in a barren living room staring at you.
160. >A brown colt with an hourglass cutiemark nods over to you.
161. >The one on the drums is grey with yellow hair.
162. >Her eyes were... different, to say the least.
163. >And holding a bass guitar was another grey mare, this one with a bow tie and brown mane.
164. >LYRA: "Anon, allow me to introduce our band. This is 'Doctor' Hooves. It's a stage name really."
165. "Hi."
166. >HOOVES: "Cheers."
167. >LYRA: "On bass we have Octavia."
168. >OCT: "Sup."
169. >LYRA: "And last but not least we have our favorite little drummer mare, Ditzy Doo."
170. >DITZ: "Yo."
171. "Where's Vinyl?"
172. >HOOVES: "Love got fed up and went solo. She's got a single out right now, actually."
173. "Huh. Sorry to hear that."
174. >OCT: "S'allright. Never really liked her anyway."
175. >DITZ: "We bringing this up again?"
176. >LYRA: "Okay, no feuding. Anon! You ready to hear some music that will blow your mind?"
177. "That good huh?"
178. >LYRA: "Nah. We're terrible."
179. >She trots over and picks up a guitar, plugging it into an amp next to her.
180. >LYRA: "Ready?"
181. >They all nod.
182. "Wait, what's the name of your band anywa-"
183. >Ditzy Doo screams:
185. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiLjTIeosBk&feature=relmfu
187. ~END~

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The Morning After the "Incident" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuD9pgIZVMM >This attic started out nice and airy, not stuffy or hot at all in fact. >At the moment, however, it was not. >You lay in your bed, arms outstretched and your eyes staring directly at the ceiling above you. >Bon-Bon rested on top of you, her hair frazzled and a content smile on her face. >Her head was on your chest, and you could see it rise and fall with your breathing. >You are Anonymous. >And you are a bad, bad person. >You were a bad person all night long, and you were a bad person into the wee hours of the morning. >Raising your head, you look to Bon-Bon sleeping soundly on top of you. >Huh. >Maybe it wasn't all that bad. >I mean, you liked these mares. >You liked them a lot. >Choosing one over the other though? >Problematic. >But for now, you were content to just lay here with Bon-Bon, the two of you resting together post bliss. >Wrapping your arms around her, you bring her closer to you and plant a kiss on the top of her head. >Yeah. >Yeah, you were okay with this. >She stirs awake and cracks her eyes open, looking up at you. "Hey." >"Is it morning?" "No clue." >"Hm." "How do you feel? All better now?" >She sighs and snuggles into your neck, a hoof on your chest. >"Adequate." "Mmhmm." >"Hey." "Yeah?" >"Thanks. for... you know." "Anytime." >She raises her eyebrows at that statement. >"I will remember those words." >You laugh, and softly scratch behind her ear. >Her reaction isn't as intense as it was last night, but she still mews when you do so. >"You know she's waiting at the bottom of the ladder, right?" "Wha?" >"Lyra. She hasn't left that spot all night." "...how do you know tha-" >"You watch enough Criminal Mind like me, you get to know the mind of a crazed mare." "Is she... you know, still-" >"Yup." >You groan and slump your head back into your pillow. "Perfect. And here I thought this would be over soon." >Bon-Bon gives a grin. "You're never going to let her live this down, are you?" >"Absolutely not." "That's a bit mean, don't you think?" >"At this point she's too worried about losing our bet to care too much about what we did together... I AM winning the bet, aren't i?" >She looks up at you, genuine curiosity in her eyes. >Her voice was also not as flat as usual. There was a bit of character in there. >You decide to mess with her a bit. "Winning? Maybe. I mean, I have no clue what Lyra's like in our current situation, so there's no way to tell." >"...you need confirmation of Lyra's skills to come up with a reasoned conclusion?" >You give a short laugh and hug her. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. >Your sarcasm is evident, but she doesn't catch it. >It is because of this that she does what she does next. >She hops out of the bed, trotting to the hatch of the attic. "...Bonnie?" >Opening the hatch, she looks down and calls out. >"You're up to bat." >Oh sweet jesus no. >You're scrambling out of the bed, but Lyra's already in the attic before you even have a chance to get away. >LYRA: "You kept him naked? Good." "Wait a minute, hold up! Let's just think this over!" >BON: "Should I stay to stand guard, or are you going to be alright by yourself?" >LYRA: "I got this." >BON: "He might be a bit tired, just to warn you." >LYRA: "I thought I asked you NOT to tire him out for me?" >BON: "We lost track of time." >LYRA: "*sigh* Fine, what should I expect?" >Bon-Bon simply smiles. >LYRA: "Oh god yes." >BON: "Lyra?" >LYRA: "Yes dear?" >BON: "Window." >LYRA: "Wha- OH NO YOU DON'T." >Before you can leap from the attic, Lyra grabs a hold of your leg and tugs you back inside. "Really?! Is this REALLY happening right now?!" >LYRA: "YES." "No one acts like this! No one DOES this!" >Bon-Bon leaves the attic and closes the hatch behind her. >Lyra creeps a grin onto her face. >LYRA: "Now then, I've heard a lot about these... "Hands" of yours..." >There are no brakes on this sexy, sexy roller-coaster. >But you wanted off all the same. A Few Weeks Later "Here you go sir, enjoy." >"Thanks." "If you need anything else just give me a holler." >Today was good. Slightly busy at the cafe, more than usual, but you were handling it well enough. >You were getting better and better at making food for ponies, and you were pretty cool with that so far. >Sometimes change was good. >Things at home were changing as well. >Ever since you were assaulted by Lyra and Bon-Bon, they've been getting more and more competitive. >Just the other day, the two of them tried making you choose who was better at backgammon. >It was Lyra, but the triviality of it all was getting to you. >That, and you were starting to understand a little more about yourself. >Specifically, where your feelings lie. >But that reveal was for another time. >You had more important things to worry about than your simple romantic interests. >Like how Lyra walks into the cafe and bursts into the kitchen, panting and smiling in excitement. >"ANON!" "Gah!" >"Anon, you're NOT going to believe it! You're not going to BELIEVE what just happened!" "You know you're not allowed in the kitchen, right?" >"Not important! Anon, we hit the big time!" "What?" >"My band! We have a gig!" "Wow, really?" >"Yeah! But that's not the best part." "Well you've got me hooked. What's the best part?" >"Check it: It's a battle of the bands competition. In Las Pegasus!" "Wow. That's pretty cool!" >"I am SO stoked right now, I can't even contain myself. Catch me!" "Wha-" >Lyra bounds at you and you catch her in your arms, nearly dropping a pan of potatoes on the ground. >"Very nice." "More warning next time, okay?" >"Ah you'll live. Anyway, I want you to come with us." "Wait back up, what?" >"To the battle of the bands! I want you to come along with us!" "You do know I'm employed, right? I have a job?" >"Your point?" "Lyra I'm the ONLY person employed here. How on earth am I supposed to get time off to go to Las Pegasus with you and your band?" >Lyra blinks a couple of times. >Then she's rushing over to Roseluck's office. "Wait, wait a minute what? What are you-" >"I'M GETTING YOU A VACATION." Minutes Later "I'm stunned." >"You can thank me later, tiger." "I just... a week off? How did you manage that?" >"It was actually really easy. Turns out, she was going to the competition too." "Wait, what?" >"She's actually a big fan of our stuff, believe it or not. She was cool with it." >You smile. >This was starting to sound pretty fun. >Lyra's grinning from ear to ear, practically skipping as the two of you walk down the road. >"Oh! I have practice in a few. Wanna watch?" "Absolutely." >All smiles. >Lyra leads you to a small house next to a watch repair shop, and you go inside. >LYRA: "Yo! I bring a guest with me today!" >There are three ponies standing in a barren living room staring at you. >A brown colt with an hourglass cutiemark nods over to you. >The one on the drums is grey with yellow hair. >Her eyes were... different, to say the least. >And holding a bass guitar was another grey mare, this one with a bow tie and brown mane. >LYRA: "Anon, allow me to introduce our band. This is 'Doctor' Hooves. It's a stage name really." "Hi." >HOOVES: "Cheers." >LYRA: "On bass we have Octavia." >OCT: "Sup." >LYRA: "And last but not least we have our favorite little drummer mare, Ditzy Doo." >DITZ: "Yo." "Where's Vinyl?" >HOOVES: "Love got fed up and went solo. She's got a single out right now, actually." "Huh. Sorry to hear that." >OCT: "S'allright. Never really liked her anyway." >DITZ: "We bringing this up again?" >LYRA: "Okay, no feuding. Anon! You ready to hear some music that will blow your mind?" "That good huh?" >LYRA: "Nah. We're terrible." >She trots over and picks up a guitar, plugging it into an amp next to her. >LYRA: "Ready?" >They all nod. "Wait, what's the name of your band anywa-" >Ditzy Doo screams: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiLjTIeosBk&feature=relmfu ~END~