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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_.28not_so.29_Lonely_Night_Down_the_Pub">A (not so) Lonely Night Down the Pub</span><a href="A_(not_so)_Lonely_Night_Down_the_Pub#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A (not so) Lonely Night Down the Pub" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Southern Cross, and you are currently looking through the bottom of your glass, bored out of your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because of your fully sick luck recently, the universe has conspired against you and your mates, who've been busy all week.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lucky was working flat out like a lizard drinking dealing with his potato harvest, Anon got called away to Canterlot for whatever reason, and Gniezno was visiting family in some Gryphon town you couldn't remember the name of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of this meant you were on your lonesome tonight, and would be for most of the week.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A completely shithouse situation, but one that you could do nothing about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a squizz at the bar and wonder if Amber'll tear you limb from limb inside the bar, or wait until you were outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somehow, you two had avoided saying more than a handful of words to each other ever since the double date a week ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Anon would say, 'man up dude.'</span><br />&quot;Fuck it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way to the bar and plop down on the stool closest to Amber.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns her head and her sweet expression disappears when she sees who it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck off Cross.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Pleasure to see you too Amb.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flag down the barkeep and order a drink while Amber puts into practice her tried and true 'completely fucking pissed off' glare.</span><br />&quot;Look Amber we're neighbours, we can't exactly go on ignoring each other forever can we?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know, I kinda like that plan myself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Truly she has a way with words.</span><br />&quot;Deadset? There's no chance of burying the hatchet?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not really, considering the rumours a certain someone has been spreading.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rumors?</span><br />&quot;What rumors?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The ones about the two of US.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah, that,</span><br />&quot;Is it really a rumour if it's true though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She subtly kicks you, causing you to wince.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It doesn't matter, because it DIDN'T happen.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Come on, was I really that bad?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The 'completely fucking pissed off' glare has been upgraded to the 'white hot fury of Celestia's sun' levels.</span><br />&quot;Alright, alright. Point made.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move a hoof down and massage your leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few of the bar's other patrons turn to look, only to see who you're with smartly go back to ignoring the conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It didn't happen.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Look, I know you're trying to cultivate this image that you only go for mares AND.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop goes to kick you again.</span><br />&quot;And I respect that, that's fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She moves her leg back, saving you from the bruise on your own leg getting any bigger.</span><br />&quot;So look, let's just bond over our shared interest in pulling smoking hot mares.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a swig of your drink as Amber cocks an eyebrow at you.</span><br />&quot;Case in point, that brunet sheila over in the corner.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amber dismisses you without even looking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Glitterer? She's crap, didn't last a minute before she came and passed out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amber stops with her glass halfway to her lips, before bringing her free hoof to her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;God damn it, why am I even telling you this.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Because of the magic of friendship compelling us to enjoy each other's company.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both look at eachother for a moment before sharing a laugh and downing the rest of your drinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She spins and looks around the bar for a moment before settling her gaze on a unicorn mare seated alone near the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, how about her?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spin around to cop a look at the offending mare.</span><br />&quot;Never seen her before, reckon she's new in town?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Could be, do you think she goes for mares or stallions.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Only one way to find out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hop off your stool and go to walk over to the mare, only to be stopped by Amber.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey where are you going?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What, jealous?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I saw her first, if anyone should get to talk to her it's me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well what are you going to do about it then?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How about a bet?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You may just fall in love with this mare yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hop back on your stool, and Amber orders two pints.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I believe you know how this goes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin and nod your head as the barkeep delivers your drinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good, threetwoonego!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You skull your drink like a pro, and slam the empty glass down on the bartop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right as Amber does the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I win, better luck next time Cross.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amber grins triumphantly and moves to slide off her stool.</span><br />&quot;Fuck off, I clearly beat you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops and the triumphant grin turns into an annoyed expression as she looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No way.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes way, I'll prove it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You call the barkeep over again and order another two drinks.</span><br />&quot;I hope you're ready to lose.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just call it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright...Drink!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another pint of piss disappears down your gullet and again ends with the twin crack of glass on the table top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you stare at eachother, and at the empty glasses in your hooves.</span><br />&quot;Shit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Best of three?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crack a smile.</span><br />&quot;You're on.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Best of three quickly becomes best of five...and then best of seven.</span><br />&quot;This is getting ridiculous.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amber smiles as the two of you stare at eachother over your seventh drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's that Cross, admitting defeat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You steel yourself, and smile back.</span><br />&quot;Not on your life Ambo.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Bam, too easy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You may have lost count after the eighth drink, but you know for sure that you won that time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amber glares at you and sighs in defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatever, she's probably a frigid bitch anyway.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spin around in your stool (probably not a good idea considering how pissed you are) and lock eyes on the mare you just downed a dangerous amount of alcohol for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only to see her waltz out of the bar in the arms of some bastard in a bow tie.</span><br />&quot;Well-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It seems Amber saw the dropkick as well.</span><br />&quot;Well at least we know that she fancies stallions.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up Cross.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Distraught over losing what you both agreed was a fine piece of flank, the two of you choose to drown your sorrows with more grog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you try too, the barkeep throws you and Amber out not long after midnight, leaving the two of you to stumble back home on the same route you trod a week ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jeez, I can't believe you let that mare get away.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shoot Amber an indignant look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes you, you were the one that couldn't conci- consi-, couldn't say he lost.&quot;</span><br />&quot;She walked out with a stallion anyway, you wouldn't have had a chance!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, if I had managed to get at her I would have been snout deep in her by now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh and Amber socks you in the shoulder with as much force as she can muster (Which isn't much, considering how smashed she is).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S'true! The amout've mares that are bi... Do you know how hard it is to find a mare that's just interested in other mares?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even as drunk as you are, you decide not to make a snarky comment and let her continue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's always, 'Oh, I'm only experimenting Amber' or 'You should really try it sometime Amber, it's not as bad as you think'.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile and put a hoof on her shoulder.</span><br />&quot;Come on, it can't be that bad, not with the amount of noise I hear of a night.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It is though, I-wait...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can almost see the gears turning in her head as she realizes what you said and blushes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You...you can hear that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'd have to be deaf not to, I mean we share a wall.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a friendly nudge.</span><br />&quot;Certainly makes my nights interesting.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amber blushes even harder as a horrified look comes over her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You fuckin' perv!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shoves you, and you all but go ass over teats.</span><br />&quot;Come on, I know I've bought home some screamers in my time, tell me you haven't listened to THAT.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-no.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While Amber does her best impression of a tomato you fall back into step beside her.</span><br />&quot;It's ok if you do listen, seriously, I consider it a compliment to my skills.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pfft, like those ever existed.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I dunno, you seemed pretty in awe of them a week ago.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, your skills in passing out my couch are to be commended&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, I got you to break your rule about only sleeping with mares.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I DO only sleep with mares. It's just... just...augh fuck.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Just what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you say that, you're surprised how quickly the two of you have sobered up, considering how much you had to drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amber kicks the ground and remains silent for a moment before responding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I like mares, always have. You know it and despite the packs of horny colts looking for an easy lay most of the town knows it, and like I've always... stallions have just never done it for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The only one's I've ever know were either complete jerks with their heads stuck so far up their ass that anything they said echo'd or just not interested in mares.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waves a hoof at you as she talks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And then you come along, you fuckin' silver tongued draconequus-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The temptation to make a comment THERE is almost too much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you're the same. You're a total ass! And most of those asses would have given up by now but not....you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By this point she's dug a neat little groove in the ground where she's been kicking her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's just so many different things going through my head right now and I don't know whether to punch you or...or...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile and gently place a hoof on her shoulder.</span><br />&quot;Hey, it's fine. I had a bloody ripper of a time tonight, and I didn't even try to get a leg over you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amber breaths out and nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yea, I guess getting absolutely fucking wasted was pretty fun.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Even if you did let that cute mare get away.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to let that one slide.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, you were right the other night when you said it was fun shooting down interested stallions, but it's just...hard, only ever getting hit on by them when all you want is for a nice mare to park herself beside you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't worry Amb, I'm sure somewhere out there there's a lucky somepony out there waiting for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yea, I guess...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not long before the two of you arrive home.</span><br />&quot;Look, I was serious before. I had a great time tonight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Several awkward moments pass, and you suddenly remember when you were in high school and found yourself in the same situation after your first ever date with a mare.</span><br />&quot;So...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well..good ni-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You vision is suddenly filled with gold, and you feel a pair of lips on your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After what feels like a lifetime Amber pulls away, her face redder than the your mate Gniezno's feathers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-night Cross.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amber takes flight and zooms through her door, which this time slams shut behind her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which leaves you standing there like stunned mullet for a good solid minute, before you regain enough brain cells to realize what just happened.</span><br />&quot;Night Amber.&quot;</div></div>




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