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- >You give a playful smile, as you slowly shuffle the deck.
- >One two three, one two three.
- >One-
- >You part the deck, as your hands go apart.
- >You flip the card on the bottom with your fourth finger.
- >Just so slightly.
- >Two.
- >Your hand goes forward, to unite the two halves of the deck again.
- >The card you just touched is just loose enough to-
- >Your ring finger pushes it, and it goes inside your sleeve.
- >Your white gloves and the white sleeves of your shirt welcome it, and the card slides out of view.
- >Your suit jacket is enough to hide the card.
- >Three.
- >Your hands part again, and so goes on the shuffling.
- >When you made sure the card is securely inside, you stop.
- “Now, what was your card, my good sir?”
- >The elderly stallion hesitates, before facing you.
- >”Jack of Hearts.”
- “Right, right, Jack of Hearts.”
- >You smile, and set the deck on the table, over-turned.
- >In a single curve, you run the deck over the table, neatly showing all of the cards.
- “Go on, look for it.”
- >The stallion and other ponies’ eyes wander around the cards, searching for the said card.
- >They eventually dig through it, searching.
- >The stallion smiles to you, bewildered.
- >”Celestia, my boy, I can’t find it.”
- >You just smile back.
- “Right, since you can’t find it, I will.”
- >You rub your hands together.
- >One.
- >As one hand covers another, your hidden hand reaches into the sleeve.
- >Two.
- >Your index and middle finger feels the tip of the card, and you hold it.
- >Three.
- >You pull away, and eventually the hand-rub.
- >You hold the card between your hands, holding it with your index and thumb.
- “Is this your card?”
- >You flip it over, and show it to the stallion.
- >His monocle goes pop, and his mouth goes agape in shock.
- >”How did you…”
- >You smile.
- “A magician never reveals his secret.”
- >The crowd claps- clops?
- >Not sure.
- >You bow, and let the crowd disperse.
- >You collect your cards, and pocket them.
- >You look over the masses of ponies, in their own flaunty dresses.
- >You might say it was very gay, but then some readers might giggle like the faggots they are.
- >Each pony with their special looks.
- >An average night.
- >Fancypants always had the most interesting parties, or so you have heard.
- >He brought in all kinds of entertainment, and for a week, that was you.
- >A human, with a sleight of hand.
- >Amazing these ponies relied so much on the ‘Wow’ factor of explosions and colors, they are astounded by your simple card tricks.
- >That, and the lack of opposable thumbs.
- >You look around, trying to spy any pony to entertain.
- >You notice a mare, with her own company of stallions, far off in the room.
- >Target acquired.
- >You slowly make your way through the crowd, not forgetting to greet any pony you recognized from the last party.
- >They were rather glad you were here.
- >You smile and shake their hand, limiting your speech.
- >Rule number one, keep your mystique.
- >You nod and continue your path, careful not to bump into any ponies.
- >That would be rude.
- >You reach your target, eyeing them carefully.
- >There were four sofas, flanking a small table.
- >The table had a vase in the middle of it.
- >What was the flower?
- >Not sure.
- >You can spot at least five young stallions perched on each sofa, all leaning towards a certain mare in the furthest sofa.
- >You turn to face the mare in question, laid out on her own sofa.
- >She was a unicorn- that was certain.
- >She had long, white streaked pink mane, which waved and curled slowly, as it reached down.
- >Her eyes were light purple, with its shine.
- >She had a pure white coat, slightly lavender in tint.
- >From the length of her legs, she seemed taller than most of the mares you met.
- >Her slender body curved into a pleasing form.
- >Of course, to you, it was met with a blind eye.
- >She had three fleur de lis as her cutie mark.
- >Her eyes gracefully rolled over her apparent suitors, as she lay there, staring.
- >You just smiled top the crowd.
- >Their eyes were all on her, however.
- >That was a problem to you.
- >Rule number two, do not be ignored.
- >You take out your card again.
- >You lift one hand, making distance from the other.
- >You gave the cards a nice pinch to a certain corner, and it flies straight into your other hand.
- >The flapping of the cards catches the mare’s attention, and as she turns her head to you, the group follows.
- >It is almost comical.
- “How would you like a card trick?”
- >You crack your trademark smile.
- >You then hold the deck with one hand, and use your other hand to fan it out.
- “Pick a card.”
- >The rest of the group seems hesitant, glancing about.
- >The mare shoots you an indifferent expression, before glowing her horn.
- >She gently pulls out a card.
- >Queen of Hearts.
- >You smirk at the coincidence.
- >She slowly brings it up to her face, blinks once, and sends it back to you.
- “Right…”
- >You shuffle once again, not forgetting to throw the hand over to another.
- >The rest of the crowd seems impressed; you can see some wide eyes.
- >Gets them all the time.
- >You finally stop, and draw a card.
- >You look over it.
- >It’s obviously wrong.
- >You raise a brow, and glance back and forth.
- “Is this your card?” You say, flashing the Ace of Diamonds.
- >”No.” She answers, turning her head away.
- >The rest of the crowd looks annoyed.
- “Ah, I suppose you are right.”
- >You hold up the card.
- “After all.”
- >You flick the card.
- “You’re the queen.”
- >The crowd gasps.
- >You smirk, holding up the Queen of Hearts.
- >The mare looks to you again, and smiles gently.
- >Looks like you got them all under you strings, Anon.
- >Time to break out other tricks.
- >After several more card tricks, and even the ancient rope trick, you have the crowd eating out of your hands.
- >Even the mare clapped a few times.
- >You finish your tricks, and retreat.
- >Many cheer after you, but not loud enough to startle the soft melody of background music.
- >You sit in your own corner, a small chair near the mini bar.
- >You don’t forget to take your complimentary drink, a simple glass of martini.
- >Your friends back home said you were being a pussy.
- >They might be right, but hey-
- >You have your way with your hands.
- >You watch the party, as it slowly dies out.
- >Even with its decline, it will still go on for another hour or two.
- >You make sure you are comfortable, and sink into the cushioned chair.
- >You close your eyes, and enjoy the steady rhythm in the background.
- >That sweet violin ring…
- >”Excuse me.”
- >You open your eyes, to see the pink maned mare again.
- “I’m sorry, but I’m in a break.”
- >”I know.”
- >She sits across you, eyeing your drink.
- >”I see you have quite a taste.”
- >You smile and fix yourself.
- “Who am I to argue with the beautiful lady?”
- >You smile, as you take another sip.
- >”You are quite a persona, aren’t you?”
- “Wait, where are my manners?”
- >You stand.
- >You walk over to the mini bar.
- >You knock on the counter, catching the bartender’s attention.
- >You flash the glass you are holding, and put up two fingers.
- >He nods.
- >As he gets to work, you turn to the lady waiting.
- >She slowly passes a glance at you with one eye, and then returns to her seating.
- >You smile, and take the two glasses, as they are handed to you.
- >You hold the glass on its thin body, careful not to disturb the cool liquids above.
- >You stir yours a little with a gentle flick of the wrist, swirling the cherry inside.
- >You silently walk over, and hand the mare the other drink.
- >She takes it with her magic, and places it on the table.
- >You return to your seat, and face the mare.
- “You have quite a persona as well.”
- >You say, taking a sip.
- >”Oh?” She replies, taking a sip as well.
- >”How so?”
- “First of all, we share similar taste.”
- >You smile.
- “Second of all, you can be the center of attention.”
- >She takes another sip.
- >”Well, I try to keep my mystique, though.”
- >Wait.
- >Did she just say the buzzword?
- >Bet she doesn’t know-
- >”And I always try to keep it interesting.”
- >Well, shit.
- >Rule three; keep it interesting.
- >You can’t help to raise your brow again.
- “That is interesting, looks like we are both entertainers in heart.”
- >You finish your drink.
- >You twirl the glass, letting the cherry roll around.
- “I always end up doing this-“
- >You look up and stop.
- >She’s doing the same?
- >”To savor the taste once more?”
- >You can’t help grinning, while you reached for the stalk of the cherry.
- >You lift it quickly to your mouth, and hold the small berry between your teeth.
- >You pull off the stalk, and set it down.
- >You can’t help noticing the mare is doing the same.
- “Do I know you from somewhere?”
- >You smile.
- >Goddamn Rule 63 coming into play, right here.
- >”Aren’t we entertainers in heart?”
- >You don’t believe in fate, you do not.
- >DO NOT
- >”Then I say we knew each other since long ago.”
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