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- >You are Anon
- >And this table has turned out pretty damn well if you do say so yourself, fucking huge as it was
- “Right, just gotta sand this baby down and we should be good to go. Dash, grab that roll of sandpaper, will ya?”
- >”Sure...”
- >The cyan pegasus puts her book face down on the side table next to your recliner and fetches the roll
- >“So how long until you're done? The tavern isn't going to be open all night, ya know”
- “Booze always tastes better after a job is done. This shouldn't take that long anyway”
- >You tear off a section and wrap it around a wooden block
- >You begin to rub down the top of the admittedly large table
- >”So what's the table for?”
- “Fuck if I know. All I know is the order came from the castle, so I want to make sure it's done before tomorrow”
- >”The castle? Wow, Anon... When did you hit the big time?”
- “...smartass”
- >Dash chuckles a bit before tearing a piece of the roll of sand paper and joining you
- “What are you doing?”
- >”I'm thirsty, and you work too slow”
- “Fair enough. Thanks for the hand.. er hoof or whatever”
- >”No problem Anon. Just buy the first few rounds”
- >You pause a second and give her a dead pan look
- >”What? You're the one billing royalty!”
- “I do so love these visits, Dash...”
- >She grins again. “Anytime Anon”
- >With the table fully sanded, you step back to admire your work
- >The tabletop was level and smooth to the touch
- >Height was to specifications, perfect for a p0ny to eat at
- “One more thing before we head out”
- >”What?!”
- >Dash stops mid air at the front door to your workshop
- “Don't worry. It's just a quick coat of light varnish. I don't want this thing warping on me before tomorrow. It'll take two second”
- >Dash floats in front of the door with an annoyed expression, crossing her hooves
- >You pull out a bucket, popping off the top and dunking a rag into the contents
- >”Sweet Celestia. Is that where that smell comes from? It smells like Opal's litter box”
- >You begin to rub down the table one last time
- “You learn to love it. Who's Opal?”
- >”Never mind, just hurry up with that... whatever it is so we can go”
- >You finish up the coat and turn on the fan
- “Right all done. Thanks for waiting. Crack that window and let's get rolling”
- >”Finally!”
- >Dash flings a window open and flutters out of it, looking back to you expectingly
- >You wipe the excess liquid from your hand with another clean rag and grab your affects
- >Smokes, bits, and your Equestian passport... Good to go
- >You open the door and meet your companion
- >You've definitely worked up a thirst, so your pace was a brisk one
- >After some time Dash chirps up, her cheery demeanor growing brighter the closer you get to the tavern
- >”So an order from the castle, eh? So how much is this job worth?”
- “Enough...”
- >You start to smile as well
- >”C'mon Anon. Tell me”
- “400”
- >All of the sudden, Dash isn't next to you anymore
- >She's behind you, floating in the air with her mouth on the floor
- >Fucking p0nies were adorable sometimes
- “What...?”
- >”What do you mean 'what'?!? 400 bits?”
- “No... turnips”
- >You turn back and proceed to the bar
- >”You're buying tonight...”
- “Sure thing Dash...”
- >You arrive at the tavern and make your way in, Dash following in toe... Hoof... Whatever...
- >”Evening Anon! Who's your friend?”
- >The bartend greets you with a smile as always. This fucking guy... You love this guy... Way easier to talk to than his brother fem the dough nut shop across town.
- >Fucking spittin' image though. Took a while before you could make the distinction.
- “Evening Barley. This is Dash. She popped in from Ponyville.”
- >You take a seat at the bar and plop 20 bits on the counter while Dash takes a seat next to you
- >”Well Anon. She's quite the looked. Well done, kid”
- >”What?” Dash says with a look somewhere between shock and laughter”
- “She's a friend Barley, you wise ass. Where's Hops?”
- >”She's off for the night. The usual?”
- “Twice. Thanks.”
- >”Comin' up”
- >You pull out a cigarette and light it on a nearby lamp, turning your attention to your companion who has apparently done a fine job holding back laughter
- “Something wrong?”
- >”Oh... Nothing, darling...”
- >Open the flood gates. Laughter incoming...
- >You chuckle along with her
- “Speaking of which, how are things with you and what's his face”
- >She begins to compose herself once the drinks come
- “... You mean Soarin?” She catches the rest of her breathe “It's cool. It was weird at first, since he was kind of... like... my idol and everything for a while”
- >Her tone gets a little more serious, but her smile stays wide, her attention now set to her mug
- >”But he's really nice and a lot of fun to hang out with. We even practice together”
- “Wow. Look at you getting all demure”
- >”Hehe... Shutup, dude.” She punches you lightly in the shoulder
- “So you two do the horizontal mambo yet or no?”
- >She lets out a torrent of cider mist all over your face
- >Well this cigarette is useless...
- “I'll take that as a yes”
- >You wipe your face off with a rag provided by Barley... Fucking stallion among colts, him
- >You then fish out another cigarette
- >Dash seems to be embarrassed at being found out, as well as the golden shower she gave you
- >...
- >There's a joke in there somewhere, but you decided to let it slide for now
- >”Sorry Anon”
- ”No worries. I'm happy for you though. I introduced you two after I did that work for the stadium renovations. Nice to see it paid off”
- >She blushes a bit
- >”Yeah. I owe you big time”
- “So why am I paying the tab?”
- >Blushing intensifies
- “I'm kidding, drink up”
- >You slam the rest of your drink and flag Barley for another
- >”Well anyway... What about you?”
- “Excuse me?”
- >”You know! You seeing anypony these days?”
- >The question catches you off guard for a second
- “Nah. Married to my work”
- >”Dash finishes her drink and gives you a look of disappointment
- >”Anon... How long have you been here now?”
- “Bout 4 years and some change... Why?”
- >”And in all that time, you haven't been on one date yet?”
- “Work keeps me busy, Dash. I couldn't if I wanted to”
- >She begins to rub her face with a hoof
- >”Anon, for Celestia's sake... Is it the species thing?”
- “Not really. I'm just not the dating type is all. I have my work. That's plenty”
- >The next round comes sliding down the counter. You catch both deftly and hand one to dash
- >Truth be told, the interspecies relationship thing really wasn't an issue
- >You've come to accept you weren't getting any human tang any time soon
- >”You're hopeless”
- “Yup. Cheers”
- >You continue the night with light banter
- >Dash quickly looks worse for ware. Fucking ponies never could step to this when push came to shove
- “Alright Dash. Time for bed”
- >”Awwwwww..... But ish only noooooon......”
- “It's midnight Dash... Time for bed”
- >”Fffffffffffiiiiine”
- >You pick up rainbow dash, and toss her over your shoulder and give a nod to Barley
- >Before you leave the tavern, inspiration strikes
- “Barley. Let me get something for the road”
- >”You got it, pal”
- >Barley produces a bottle of whine. A personal favorite of yours
- >You toss another 15 bits on the counter
- >”It's only 8 bits, Anon”
- “Tell Hops I said hello.”
- >Barley smiles heartily as you exit the tavern and make your way back to the workshop
- >Thankfully, the smell of varnish seems to have disappeared
- >You open the door and make your way to the bedroom, tucking dash in
- >She sighs softly, eventually erupting into wild snoring
- >You remember to set out some aspirin for her. She's gonna need it
- >You then make your way back to the door
- >Since work was all said and done, you decide for a late night trip to the Canterlot gardens
- >It's something you like to do to treat yourself from time to time
- >You tended to work so late into the night that your days eventually flipped around, turning you into a bit of a night owl
- >This also gave you the benefit of being able to enjoy some wine in public without drawing any attention
- >You walk through the streets of the now silent city, bottle tucked under your arm
- >The castle looked beautiful at this hour
- >The pale moonlight seemed to cause the alabaster stone to glow with an amazing blue aura
- >You make your way to the southern end of the castle proper to the garden
- >You find a quiet spot to sit and pop the cork
- >With a heavy swig, you lean back against a tree and stare up to the moon
- >Your mind begins to wander as the night takes you
- >This is all you needed, you thought to yourself
- “This is just perfect...”
- >”I thank you for the compliment”
- >The voice catches you off guard in a big way. This sends you into a panic, almost dumping your wine all over the lawn
- >You try to gain some composure and look around to see where the voice came from, clutching the bottle like it was your purse
- >Fuck it's dark...
- >All of the sudden, you notice a dark silhouette emerge from around a tree to your right
- >You make out a flowing, blue mane, shimmering with what looks like stars from the night sky
- >Large cyan eyes meet yours as the figure walks towards you.
- >You take in the crescent moon on her flank as it dawns on you...
- >You just made yourself look like a tit in front of royalty
- >'Bow dumbass!'
- >Right... You put the bottle back on the ground and drop to a knee, lowering your head slightly
- “G-Good evening Princess.”
- >”Please. No need to be so formal. May I ask what brings you out here so late”
- >Maybe if you tell her it's just juice...
- >Nope. That's retarded. Bail! Abort mission! Fall back!!!
- “My apologies. I didn't expect anyone to be in the gardens so late. I'll be on my way.”
- >Before you can turn fully to make your way back home, the bottle seems to jump from your arms
- >Wrapped in a blue glow, it floats back to the princess, who raises and eyebrow after taking a sniff
- >She looks back at you with a look of judgment
- >Fuck me sideways...
- “I'm really sorry, Princess. I wasn't going to cause a ruckus. I was just out for a stroll and...”
- >She interupts you
- >”Is this wine?”
- “...yes...”
- >You begin to panic. One of your most important clients just found you drinking in her back yard...
- >Damage control is failing miserably
- >”Wait here. Do not move a muscle until we return...”
- >Her voice is sharp... This is it. Dungeon...
- >Her wings stretch out. Very majestic, Luna was. If you weren't so terrified of her right now, you'd offer a compliment
- >She darts back to the castle proper, through the open doors of a balcony
- >Must be her room... No wonder she got the drop on you
- >It doesn't take her long to return. She lands in front of you with a stern look. Not anger. Dissapointment.
- >It hurt a lot more...
- >She walks towards you, stopping a few feet in front
- >She raises her head, looking down on you...
- >herewego.jpg
- >She then drops her wings, folding them to her body, revealing 2 wine glasses, floating in her signature blue glow
- >Your jaw falls slack, noticing a shit eating grin on Luna's face
- >”May I join you?”
- >It dawns on you that you're been bamboozled
- >It takes a second for the anxiety to leave you. You've remember that Luna had a reputation as a prankster
- >You pick up the bottle and grab one of the glasses from the air
- “Well played, Highness”
- >”Luna is fine, Anon”
- >You pour out a glass and hold it to the princess and she grabs it with her magic
- >You do the same for yourself as you sit back down against the tree
- >Luna joins you, sipping from the glass
- >”My. It seems you have fine taste”
- “Thank you P... Luna.”
- >”So what brings you here at this hour?”
- >You fiddle with the glass a bit.
- “Well, I finished the table ahead of schedule and thought I'd come enjoy some night air”
- >You notice a soft smile come across her face
- >”Well, I hope the evening has been a pleasant one”
- “Always is”
- >You raise your glass, she reciprocates with a cheers
- >”Quiet the flatterer” She says chuckling
- >”So the table is complete? That's wonderful. I hope it wasn't any trouble”
- “None at all, You and Princess Celestia were huge helps when I was getting my shop opened. I'm happy to offer my services”
- >”Have the tools we commissioned for you been helpful?”
- “Invaluable, I assure you”
- >She nods with satisfaction
- >”Excellent”
- >You both fall into a comfortable silence. It lasts what some time before Luna breaks it.
- >”Do you make a habit of this late night public drinking”
- >There was definitely some chastising to her words there
- “Well... I'm a bit of a night owl, so late night walks aren't uncommon”
- >Luna seems to become intrigued
- >”When do you sleep if not at night?”
- “Idunno. I got so used to working into the early morning when I started the shop that I sort of made a habit from it”
- >You continue to nurse your glass. Not too quickly. She's still royalty...
- >Luna seems to have regained that playful grin
- >”Well I'm glad you seem to appreciate my handiwork.”
- >She stands back up. Finishing her glass in one swig
- >Royalty... right?
- >”However, morning will soonn be upon us, so we should call this a night, don't you think?”
- “I suppose so”
- >You polish off what you have left. Handing the glass to Luna
- >You reach for the bottle before it is also wrapped in a blue glow, floating away from you towards Luna
- >”I'll be hanging on to this.”
- >What the fuck? You leave your hand outstretched as if your child had been pried from your arms
- “What, now?”
- >”Don't worry Anon. This is a trade...”
- >Luna turns her attention to the moon, placing the bottle and glasses back on the ground
- >Her horn glows brighter than before as she closes her eyes
- >You look to the moon...
- >Seems a shooting star has fallen from the moon's surface, shooting through the night sky brilliantly
- >It is rather pretty... Kind of sappy, but no point in arg...
- >Wait.. It's starting to turn mid flight...
- >... ...Toward you...
- “Luna?”
- >She says nothing
- “Luna!”
- >You still get nothing from her
- >It seems to burn the closer it comes to the garden
- >Christ on a crutch it's coming right at you! Fucker's close!
- >'HIT THE DECK, DUMBASS!'
- >You pull a Max Payne behind a bush, head tucked into your lap as if to wish your old buddy farewell
- >”What are you doing?”
- >No crash yet...
- >You poke your head from the bushes
- >Luna is staring at you quizzically with a small pale gray stone floating next to her.
- “What the billy blue fuck was that about”
- >You whisper harshly as not to cause any more of a commotion than you just did.
- >That fucking grin pops back through her face
- >”A token of my thanks for the wine.”
- >She floats the rock over to you and places it in your hand
- >”It was nice sharing the night with someone for a change. If you ever wish to spend it in the castle gardens again, feel free to use this to contact me.”
- >You're still a little rustled from all this... But you manage a response
- “Sure...”
- >”Wonderful!” Luna smiles warmly. “We can finish this off another time. Until then...”
- >She gracefully lifts into the air, your precious wine and the glasses following behind, up to the balcony overlooking the garden
- >These confounded ponies were the reason you drank so much and now they leave you high and literally dry
- >You look at the rock in your hand
- “Thought that counts I guess...”
- >What were you gonna do? Demand someone who apparently had the Meteor materia to give you your booze back?
- >You place it in your pocket and saunter back home
- >It was a nice time spent, all truth be told... If a little frightening at times...
- >And you weren't the type to turn down a drink, especially from your own bottle
- >You decide to take her up on her offer, but first thing's first...
- >You make it back to the workshop and enter
- >Snoring apparently had intensified
- >You check to make sure there was something in the fridge for Dash when she wakes up. She's gonna need it...
- >You plop in your recliner and get comfortable
- >Before sleep takes you, you pull the stone Luna gave you out one more time. Inspecting it.
- >A smile creeps across your face as you place it on the table next to Dashes book.
- >You'll get her back for that one... Tomorrow
- >Sleep takes you. Not a bad day.
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