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- >You should take up smoking.
- >Seriously.
- >Everyone in this town has a /thing/ so you should get one too.
- >So far you've only seen minotaurs and griffons smoking, and they only drop by this little town once in awhile.
- >You could be like the local smoking monkey.
- >On second thought, maybe that's not such a good idea...
- >Sundays are the only times you have off.
- >Between tough work at the train station and sleeping the whole of Saturday to rest off all that hard work you have little free time.
- >You spend it walking mostly.
- >Ironic, exerting yourself when you've got a long day tomorrow.
- >Whatever, doesn't matter, the system works.
- >You go for your walks on Sunday mornings.
- >Today is quiet.
- >A few ponies trot around, one or two wave at you - maybe recognizing you from the train station.
- >Not to be rude but you can't really recognize any of them.
- >Maybe they're just being sweet.
- >Speaking of sweet.
- >Maybe you should get a girl.
- >It's nice to have a partner.
- >A warm feel lights up your chest, that's weird.
- >Most people in town are already paired off.
- >Seems being single in Ponyville is unusual.
- >You haven't really been looking but now that you think about it most mares are wrapped around stallions, husbands and boyfriends.
- >Or would it be coltfriends?
- >Then what's the word for husband in pony...?
- >At noon you usually stop at a cafe, whatever is closest, most are good.
- >The Blue Moon is your favorite though.
- >Today you dropped into the Red Dress.
- >It's a new place you think.
- >Small, not too many tables.
- >Their menu is also very limited.
- >You aren't complaining though.
- >You sit out in the patio, the sectioned-off open air place in the back.
- >Three tables out here, one with an umbrella cover.
- >It's such a mild day you decide to pick the completely open one.
- >Perfect day for a cup of coffee.
- >Seems someone else agrees with you.
- >A grey, angry looking mare sits across from you at the other table, coffee in front of her, staring intently at the tabletop.
- >She's alright.
- >You sort of like gruff girls.
- >They have a certain quality.
- >Something about her tired eyes, tense form and aggressive air makes you want to approach her.
- >Picking up your coffee and sitting across from her is going to be quite the trip.
- >Ponies are usually really open, she probably won't turn you away, even if she wants to.
- >If she wants you gone you'll read her body language, down that coffee and split.
- >If she wants you to stay, maybe you'll make a friend.
- >Well it's now or never, you think, cupping the underside of the dish with your hand.
- >As quickly (but also as carefully) as possible you skirt around your table and settle down next to the mare.
- >She scowls up at you from the table.
- >Your face can't seem to form a smile right now so you just move your eyebrows up.
- >"May I help you?" She questions.
- >Hmm, nice voice.
- >Pleasantly deep, assertive.
- >"Well?"
- >Oh, damn, you've been staring at her, eyebrows raised, for far too long.
- "I just, I just felt... Hmm."
- >"You felt... Hmm?" She asks, mocking you a bit.
- "I felt compelled to sit with you."
- >"Is that right?"
- "Yes, that's right."
- >You sip at your coffee with the faintest twinge of nervousness.
- >The wind picks up just enough to be noticeable, rustling her mane.
- >"I guess I can't stop you," she says with a huff, looking back at the table.
- >Looks like she hasn't touched her coffee.
- "Are you a musician?"
- >She perks up, eyes wide and nervous.
- >"I might be, why do you want to know?"
- "Well, if you're not and you're carrying around such a large instrument I'd be concerned."
- >You point to the cello case leaning against the table.
- >"Oh, right."
- >She straightens herself out.
- >"Yes, I play the cello."
- "That's nice. I was never a musical person myself."
- >"So what kind of person are you?"
- >Her tone sounds reluctant, but she still answered.
- >Also, she isn't really looking at you.
- "I work at the local train station. I guess I'm a train kind of person."
- >"Sounds boring."
- >You take another sip, squinting at her.
- "So does rubbing a bow against a cello."
- >She gives you a crude smile.
- >"You might be right on about that one."
- "Wait. I don't think I've caught your name, what is it?"
- >She takes a moment to think, which is strange.
- >"Octavia, yours?"
- "Anonymous," you reply proudly.
- >"Oh you're going to be one of those?"
- "One of those?"
- >"Mysterious, you can't know my name types."
- >You let loose a quick chuckle.
- "No, no. That's really my name."
- >"Strange name," she says, squinting at you.
- "I didn't pick it."
- >You shrug while taking a sip.
- >"Very strange name."
- "Octavia isn't so common either, you know."
- >"I guess not."
- "Do you live around here?"
- >"Yes I do, around the block actually. Yourself?"
- "Sort of."
- >"Sort of?"
- "Well, all my possessions are here in the apartment I rent, but I've got a little place in Shady Hollows. Nice vacation spot. So I suppose I live there too."
- >"You own a home? Impressive."
- >Was that sarcastic?
- "Lucky night of betting with a rich real estate agent. Heh. Maybe you'd like to see it some day?"
- >"Anything is possible in your dreams," she replies, smiling widely.
- "So you're a musician and a comedian, 'impressive'."
- >For the first time she takes a sip of her coffee, her hoof a little shaky.
- "You alright there?"
- >"I'm fine," she growls.
- "Jeez, no need to get defensive."
- >"Bah. I suppose you're right. I just haven't slept in awhile."
- "Then why are you drinking coffee?"
- >"I don't really know. I bought it just to get a spot in the cafe. Thought maybe a nice relaxing sit in the open here might do me some good. Can't very well write my music without any sleep."
- >You let that sink in.
- "How long have you been awake?"
- >She sighs and taps the table twice.
- >"Should be about three days now. Don't get too worried. At this rate you're going to bore me to sleep."
- >She cracks another smile.
- "One of these days Alice. Bang-zoom..."
- >You punch the palm of your hand.
- >"Straight to the moon!" She follows up, weakly throwing her hoof up to the sky.
- "Surprised you know that one."
- >She grins at you weirdly.
- >This one probably doesn't talk to others much.
- >She's kinda weird.
- >"So tell me," she begins, look at you with her tired eyes, "What's it like working at the station?"
- "It's okay. Pretty boring, tough work, but it pays well enough."
- >She nods at you, looking around.
- "I would imagine being a musician is pretty cool."
- >"Not at all. Between having to write the music, and the jerks I preform for, it's a real pain in the butt. Plus the pay isn't so good."
- "Maybe you should consider coming to work at the station."
- >"I'm not built for manual labor."
- >You gaze off into the distance, something catching your eye.
- >Looks like two mares having a scuffle.
- >You nod subtly to Octavia, encouraging her to turn around.
- >"Oh hey. I know those two."
- "Oh yeah? Do they whip out the claws on each other often?"
- >The mint and white mare have come to blows, even if they are soft.
- >"More often then they'd like to admit. They love each other though."
- "Oh, lesbians?"
- >"W-what? No, they're girlfriends."
- >Wait...
- >"I'm debating breaking up that fight."
- "Wouldn't that constitute manual labor, in a way."
- >She gives you a look of condescension.
- >"It's gonna be a few years before you're as witty as me, kid."
- "Kid? We can't be more than a few years apart."
- >She looks back at the two fighting.
- >Now they've begun hugging.
- >Are they sobbing?
- >Ponies are odd folks.
- >"How old are you?"
- "I'm 20. You?"
- >"I'm 7." [HORSE YEARS]
- "Hell, you don't look it."
- >"And you don't look twenty."
- "Are we talking horse years here?"
- >"What the heck is a horse year?"
- "So, you going to that summer festival?"
- >"Of course, everyone does."
- >She takes another meek sip, glancing into the cafe interior.
- >The sun is getting a bit low.
- >How long have you too been talking?
- "You going to be preforming there?"
- >"Not this year."
- "But you have in the past?"
- >"Once or twice. It's horribly set-up. I don't know why I agreed the second time."
- "It always looks pretty organized."
- >"Looks are deceiving. Like you looking about 6 when you say you're 20."
- "6? That's a bit low don't you think?"
- >"Not at all."
- "Moving on. I've always wanted to try the Ferris wheel they set up, but every year I just forgot to get on it. You ever given it a spin?" You ask, laughing at your own wordplay.
- >"Forget? More like scared." She smiles at her own joke. "And no...I've never gone on it."
- >Did she blush just then?
- >You can't even tell, not with all that fur.
- >Damn horses, so hard to read.
- "Well, I suppose if you're not too busy we could go on it sometime."
- >"Sometime would have to be between July 20th to the 23th."
- "Why is that?"
- >"That's when the Ferris wheel is up."
- "So is that a yes?" You ask with a smirk.
- >She squints at you, but then gets distracted by something in the distance.
- >"The sun is setting."
- "So it is."
- >"You thinking of heading home?" She asks.
- "Well if you're going I will."
- >"Then you can walk me home," she says gruffly.
- >She doesn't smile directly at you, but when she thinks you're not looking she smirks.
- >You take her instrument for her, trying to be a gentlemen or...something.
- >"Why thank you. It's nice to know you think so low of me."
- "Huh?"
- >"I can hold my own bag."
- "I thought you weren't built for manual labor?"
- >She laughs.
- >"Now /you're/ trying to be a funny guy?"
- "I /am/ a funny guy," you reply with a grin, trailing a few paces behind her.
- >For letting you stay so late without complaint you left quite a big tip behind at the cafe.
- >You also paid for Octavia's unfinished drink.
- >But you weren't paying for her coffee, you were buying something extra...later.
- >The pair of you stand outside her door, Octavia looking up at you curiously, her instrument back in her position.
- >"So. Summer festival, next Sunday, you'll pick me up at six so we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves."
- "Right," you say with a hint of sarcasm.
- >"Good night," she adds before moving to turn around.
- "Try to get some sleep. And if you can't, why not try out my bed?"
- >She stops.
- >"Not a bad idea, you can put me to sleep with more talk of that train station."
- >She heads inside, leaving you with a smile on your face.
- >You considered giving her a kiss but decided against it and now it's too late.
- >You stalk home to get some rest before you hard day of work tomorrow.
- >Octavia is a sweet girl.
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