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# A Guy, A Lyre, and a Park Bench -Chapter 14-

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1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8N1lqxg4zGg
3. >This...
4. >...was awkward.
5. >The music playing wasn't making the elevator ride up to your hotel room any easier, either.
6. >Here you stood, covered in glitter and reeking of smoke and booze, next to Octavia who also reeked of smoke and booze.
7. >She, unlike you, had no glitter on her.
8. >...
9. >OCT: *cough*
10. "..."
11. >OCT: "So."
12. "Yep."
13. >OCT: "You uh... you have fun with Whooves?"
14. "Yeah. Fun. Yup."
15. >"Mmmhmm."
16. "Yeah."
17. >...
18. >OCT: "Why... why do you smell like flank?"
19. "What?"
20. >OCT: "Did he take you to the a strip joint?"
21. >...
22. "...maybe."
23. >And then silence once more.
24. >Great.
25. "...whiskey?"
26. >OCT: "What?"
27. "You smell like whiskey."
28. >OCT: "Oh. Yeah. That's because I was at a bar."
29. "Right."
30. >OCT: "And not a strip club."
31. "Yeah."
32. >...
33. >Well this was going to hell in a hand basket far too quickly.
34. >You breathe a sigh of relief when the bell form the elevator sounds, signaling your arrival on the top floor.
35. >Good.
36. >Unlike Octavia, you actually could go for a drink right about now.
37. >The two of you make your way into the massive hotel room, courtesy of Dr. Whooves' generous uncle.
38. >The best part?
39. >Free drinks.
40. >Finding a bottle of scotch and grabbing two glasses, you head over to the couch with Octavia.
41. "The rest of the girls still out?"
42. >OCT: "Seems that way, yeah."
43. >She takes her glass and you fill it, the two of you clinking them together before you down them.
45. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUKy_OwuXv8&feature=relmfu
47. >OCT: "Okay, now that I've got you alone, you have to spill it."
48. "Don't know what you're getting at."
49. >OCT: "Lyra and Bon-Bon. The little "bet" they made. Out with it."
50. "Stiiiiill not quite sure what you mean."
51. >OCT: "You've got them BOTH all over you, yet you treat it like you're being tortured."
52. "Torture's a strong word, honestly.."
53. >OCT: "I mean, we have Lyra going on, and on, and ON about you during band practices. She won't fucking shut up."
54. >You sink into the couch, lightly sipping your scotch and glancing away.
55. >OCT: "'Oh, he's an artist!' she'll say, or 'Did you know he plays the harmonica? He plays the harmonica!' I swear, the girl is infatuated with you."
56. "You don't say."
57. >Dangerous territory, right here.
58. >OCT: "And YET, you haven't made up your mind yet. You're still... are you gay?"
59. "What?"
60. >OCT: "Are you gay? It's okay if you are, I mean that would explain why you're not tapping my girl Lyra and all, but still. Are you?"
61. "Wha- No! No I'm not ga- what kind of question is that?"
62. >OCT: "Just a question man, no need to get so defensive about it. Unless, you know... you're kinda gay."
63. "Not gay."
64. >OCT: "So what, Lyra's not good enough or something?"
65. "No she is it's just- I mean there's still a lot of-... I had to make a choice, right?"
66. >OCT: "Had?"
67. "Uh."
68. >OCT: "Had. You HAD to make a choice?"
69. "HAVE is the word I was going to use, thank you. I'm just... drunk is all."
70. >You take a dainty little sip of scotch.
71. "Yup. Drunk as a sailor."
72. >...
73. >OCT: "Oh my god you chose Bon-Bon."
75. "Pffffft no. No! No, no I didn't choose Bon-Bon. No. Noooo that's, that's just..."
76. >OCT: "..."
77. >...
78. "Okay maybe I chose Bon-Bon."
79. >OCT: "You DICK."
80. "Hey! Hey, they gave me a choice, and I chose, alright? Totally fair. FAIR."
81. >OCT: "But she's so... FLAT."
82. "What?"
83. >BON: "Bon-Bon, she's just so monotone and emotionless. You're telling me you took her over my sweet little Lyra."
84. "You're taking this kinda personally, actually."
85. >OCT: "What? No. I just- you're a dick, is all."
86. "How, may I ask, am I a dick? They told me they both liked me. I just chose who I liked more. This isn't a very hard concept, to tell you the truth."
87. >The doors to the room open, and Lyra, Bon-Bon, and Derpy enter.
88. >You wonder if they were drunk.
89. >LYRA: "Oh my god, we're SO drunk *snicker*"
90. >Yeah, yeah they seemed drunk.
91. >DERP: "I think *hic* I think I'm going to bed."
92. >She stumbles off, and walks into a linen closet.
93. "Should we tell her that-"
94. >OCT: "Shhshhshh... just let it happen."
96. >LYRA: "Anon! Ohmahgosh, you should, you should have you should have been there! We had so much FUN!"
97. >She stumbles over to you and plops onto the couch, sitting up next to you.
98. >LYRA: "There was this guy, right? And he wasss good at magic and stuff. He could make a shot disappear and everything!"
99. "How'd he do that?"
100. >LYRA: "Heeeeeee would take it and DRINK it. BOOM. No more drink *snicker*"
101. "Sounds like you guys had a good time tonight."
102. >She smiles at you and rests her head on your shoulder.
103. >LYRA: "Jusssht to let you know... I'm only THISH drunk, because Bon-Bon told me a teeny-tiny secret tonight."
104. "Uh... what?"
105. >LYRA: "Yyyyyup *hic* And I know what you DIIIIiiiiiid."
106. >Uh.
107. >UHM.
108. >You glance to Octavia.
109. >She's got a shit eating grin on her face.
110. >You glance to Bon-Bon.
111. >She's just staring at you with hazy, drunk eyes.
112. "Uh... what did she tell you, exactly?"
114. >LYRA: "She told me that she won the bet, thatsh what she told me. To be honest, I may have been a little braggy tonight."
115. "Braggy?"
116. >BON: "She kept going on about how long you lasted that one time."
117. "Wait, WHAT?"
118. >BON: "She had the attention of the entire bar, Anon. The whole bar knows about the inner workings of your phallus."
119. "I... okay, moving on. You know about me and-"
120. >LYRA: "Yesh. Yesh I do. B'fore you say anything, I am not mad."
121. "You... you're not mad?"
122. >LYRA: "Nuh uh. Nope. A bit sad, but it'sh aaaaaaalllllll goooooood."
123. "Huh... you're taking this surprisingly well."
124. >LYRA: "I made Bon-Bon promise me something."
125. "What was that?"
126. >Lyra winks at you, giving a sly smile.
127. >...
128. "Bon-Bon how could you!"
129. >Before you can react, Lyra traps you in magic and levitates you to your bedroom, you shouting obscenities the whole way there.
130. >Bon-Bon trots to the couch, flipping on the TV and sitting next to Octavia.
131. >OCT: "Are they gonna-"
132. >BON: "Yup."
133. >OCT: "And you're okay with th-"
134. >BON: "Just this once, yeah."
135. >...
136. >BON: "Do you like to watch Criminal Minds?"
137. >OCT: "Fuck yes."
139. ~END~

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8N1lqxg4zGg >This... >...was awkward. >The music playing wasn't making the elevator ride up to your hotel room any easier, either. >Here you stood, covered in glitter and reeking of smoke and booze, next to Octavia who also reeked of smoke and booze. >She, unlike you, had no glitter on her. >... >OCT: *cough* "..." >OCT: "So." "Yep." >OCT: "You uh... you have fun with Whooves?" "Yeah. Fun. Yup." >"Mmmhmm." "Yeah." >... >OCT: "Why... why do you smell like flank?" "What?" >OCT: "Did he take you to the a strip joint?" >... "...maybe." >And then silence once more. >Great. "...whiskey?" >OCT: "What?" "You smell like whiskey." >OCT: "Oh. Yeah. That's because I was at a bar." "Right." >OCT: "And not a strip club." "Yeah." >... >Well this was going to hell in a hand basket far too quickly. >You breathe a sigh of relief when the bell form the elevator sounds, signaling your arrival on the top floor. >Good. >Unlike Octavia, you actually could go for a drink right about now. >The two of you make your way into the massive hotel room, courtesy of Dr. Whooves' generous uncle. >The best part? >Free drinks. >Finding a bottle of scotch and grabbing two glasses, you head over to the couch with Octavia. "The rest of the girls still out?" >OCT: "Seems that way, yeah." >She takes her glass and you fill it, the two of you clinking them together before you down them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUKy_OwuXv8&feature=relmfu >OCT: "Okay, now that I've got you alone, you have to spill it." "Don't know what you're getting at." >OCT: "Lyra and Bon-Bon. The little "bet" they made. Out with it." "Stiiiiill not quite sure what you mean." >OCT: "You've got them BOTH all over you, yet you treat it like you're being tortured." "Torture's a strong word, honestly.." >OCT: "I mean, we have Lyra going on, and on, and ON about you during band practices. She won't fucking shut up." >You sink into the couch, lightly sipping your scotch and glancing away. >OCT: "'Oh, he's an artist!' she'll say, or 'Did you know he plays the harmonica? He plays the harmonica!' I swear, the girl is infatuated with you." "You don't say." >Dangerous territory, right here. >OCT: "And YET, you haven't made up your mind yet. You're still... are you gay?" "What?" >OCT: "Are you gay? It's okay if you are, I mean that would explain why you're not tapping my girl Lyra and all, but still. Are you?" "Wha- No! No I'm not ga- what kind of question is that?" >OCT: "Just a question man, no need to get so defensive about it. Unless, you know... you're kinda gay." "Not gay." >OCT: "So what, Lyra's not good enough or something?" "No she is it's just- I mean there's still a lot of-... I had to make a choice, right?" >OCT: "Had?" "Uh." >OCT: "Had. You HAD to make a choice?" "HAVE is the word I was going to use, thank you. I'm just... drunk is all." >You take a dainty little sip of scotch. "Yup. Drunk as a sailor." >... >OCT: "Oh my god you chose Bon-Bon." "Pffffft no. No! No, no I didn't choose Bon-Bon. No. Noooo that's, that's just..." >OCT: "..." >... "Okay maybe I chose Bon-Bon." >OCT: "You DICK." "Hey! Hey, they gave me a choice, and I chose, alright? Totally fair. FAIR." >OCT: "But she's so... FLAT." "What?" >BON: "Bon-Bon, she's just so monotone and emotionless. You're telling me you took her over my sweet little Lyra." "You're taking this kinda personally, actually." >OCT: "What? No. I just- you're a dick, is all." "How, may I ask, am I a dick? They told me they both liked me. I just chose who I liked more. This isn't a very hard concept, to tell you the truth." >The doors to the room open, and Lyra, Bon-Bon, and Derpy enter. >You wonder if they were drunk. >LYRA: "Oh my god, we're SO drunk *snicker*" >Yeah, yeah they seemed drunk. >DERP: "I think *hic* I think I'm going to bed." >She stumbles off, and walks into a linen closet. "Should we tell her that-" >OCT: "Shhshhshh... just let it happen." >LYRA: "Anon! Ohmahgosh, you should, you should have you should have been there! We had so much FUN!" >She stumbles over to you and plops onto the couch, sitting up next to you. >LYRA: "There was this guy, right? And he wasss good at magic and stuff. He could make a shot disappear and everything!" "How'd he do that?" >LYRA: "Heeeeeee would take it and DRINK it. BOOM. No more drink *snicker*" "Sounds like you guys had a good time tonight." >She smiles at you and rests her head on your shoulder. >LYRA: "Jusssht to let you know... I'm only THISH drunk, because Bon-Bon told me a teeny-tiny secret tonight." "Uh... what?" >LYRA: "Yyyyyup *hic* And I know what you DIIIIiiiiiid." >Uh. >UHM. >You glance to Octavia. >She's got a shit eating grin on her face. >You glance to Bon-Bon. >She's just staring at you with hazy, drunk eyes. "Uh... what did she tell you, exactly?" >LYRA: "She told me that she won the bet, thatsh what she told me. To be honest, I may have been a little braggy tonight." "Braggy?" >BON: "She kept going on about how long you lasted that one time." "Wait, WHAT?" >BON: "She had the attention of the entire bar, Anon. The whole bar knows about the inner workings of your phallus." "I... okay, moving on. You know about me and-" >LYRA: "Yesh. Yesh I do. B'fore you say anything, I am not mad." "You... you're not mad?" >LYRA: "Nuh uh. Nope. A bit sad, but it'sh aaaaaaalllllll goooooood." "Huh... you're taking this surprisingly well." >LYRA: "I made Bon-Bon promise me something." "What was that?" >Lyra winks at you, giving a sly smile. >... "Bon-Bon how could you!" >Before you can react, Lyra traps you in magic and levitates you to your bedroom, you shouting obscenities the whole way there. >Bon-Bon trots to the couch, flipping on the TV and sitting next to Octavia. >OCT: "Are they gonna-" >BON: "Yup." >OCT: "And you're okay with th-" >BON: "Just this once, yeah." >... >BON: "Do you like to watch Criminal Minds?" >OCT: "Fuck yes." ~END~