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#Post#: 657--------------------------------------------------
Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Snowflake Date: January 18, 2014, 11:28 am
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Later the next day, Snow was up and about, getting herself ready
to go out for the night. She had a pretty good idea where the
place they were going was, so all that was needed to be done was
to get there in time to beat most of the lineups at the front
door. She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom with some
containers of makeup that she usually reserved for this kind of
thing. Nothing ridiculously heavy or obnoxiously out of place,
just some eye shadow to accentuate her bright yellow eyes, and
maybe give her mane one last brushing to give it that straight,
clean shine. When she finished, she took a minute to look at
herself in detail, trying to figure if there was any crucial
detail that she missed in her image, since that would be
everything tonight. Nope, she looked pretty damn ravishing. All
that was left was the perfume. Looking up on the shelf, she
pulled off a blue bottle and spritzed it on both sides of her
neck once, and immediately, she could smell the fresh and subtle
scent of a cool breeze in the alpine, after a fresh snowfall,
with just the slightest hint of peppermint.
Cleaning up after herself, she wandered into the living room,
looking through a bag in the closet for supplies. The last she
checked, this club was not having a rave tonight, so the
glow-in-the-dark body paint and glowsticks could stay home this
time aorund. Would have probably been for the best though, a
rave may have been too much for Schwambart in one night, what
with all the ponies doing... crazy things. From the bag she
pulled a couple of bits, enough for some drinks. Schwambart
cooked for them last night, the least she could do is at least
buy today's drinks. Of course, she would be giving the money to
him so it would look like -he- was paying for them; there was no
need to sully one's image by making it seem like he was letting
the mare pay for the stallion's drinks after all.
When she counted out what she believed was enough cash, she
wandered and called through the house, looking for the green
pegasus, "Cappy! Ya 'bout ready t'go, love?" She saw that his
bedroom door was open, and she remembered his little rule about
when it was okay to enter, and door open was a good sign. She
stood upright and walked up to him, eyeing him up once as she
said, "Well well well! Lookin' sharp, guv'nah! Yer gonna be
catchin' some eyes tonoigh' if ya could catch moine 'ere!" She
winked at him once again with her little grin before commenting,
"No' everyday Oi ge' such a respect'ble stallion takin' me ou'
to a club, eh? Wot abou' me? Do Oi look awlroigh'?" As she said
that, she flipped her hair a little before looking at him with
half-lidded eyes, going for the most attractive look that she
could for one pose that he could judge.
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Schwambart Date: January 18, 2014, 7:24 pm
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Schwambart is in his room getting ready when Snow comes in. He
isn't really pulling out all the stops or anything, but he is
working just a little bit harder on his looks than usual. Under
his vest is worn a white button-down shirt, collar down over it.
Who knows if it's proper wear for a nightclub, but if it isn't
then oh well. He'd spent the day after his return home first
sleeping and then considering if he really wanted to go to this.
His final decision was that he really didn't, but she had asked
him and he didn't really like saying no. He was more in control
than last night, calmer, and seemingly more cheerful all around,
and really at his best for anything he might choose to do. And
hey. It could be good for a laugh, right?
He blushes almost imperceptibly at the praise of his appearance,
though he wholeheartedly agrees. After he'd slimmed down after
his chubby years, anypony who said anything about his appearance
gave the impression that he cut a rather dashing figure,
especially once he cut his glasses size down to the squares
rather than the large ovals. His thick mane, which would begin
curling up something fierce when it grew out, is parted on the
left and combed back from his face, framing it perfectly and
held back with just the slightest bit of mousse. His tail is
too short to need any serious effort, which is why he had it
done that way in the first place. All he needed now was a
smile, and he's wearing the kind that makes it clear that he's
there to give you his.
Or as much of that kind of smile as he can give with his teeth
around one of his feathers. She catches him right at the end of
his preening, straightening out a feather here and there that
just doesn't feel like staying in place right at that moment.
He's looking into his mirror on his desk, the one he uses for
self-portrait and expression practice. "Ai gnow, raigh'? Gucht
be careful looking at me, I wouldn't want to cut your eyes." he
replies while finishing up. He shoots himself one more practice
grin before turning to answer her. As soon as he lays eyes on
her, his wings shoot up and out with a soft *pomf* sound,
luckily not spilling the stack of papers that they barely miss
on his desk, his blush increasing to noticeable levels. His
recovery time is pretty well, he thinks, tucking his wings back
into place while clearing his throat before giving her his
practiced smile. "Alright? I'm not going to lie, you look
pretty fantastic." He suddenly feels rather insecure about this
and goes back to his mirror. Is his mane alright? It's not out
of place, but could it be better?
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Snowflake Date: January 18, 2014, 8:15 pm
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Snowflake giggled a little to herself as Schwambart complimented
her, saying that she looked fantastic. She didn't exactly try to
aim that high for tonight, but it was always nice to hear that
not a lot of effort was required to be particularly eye
catching. She must have been looking particularly attractive
too, his cheeks flared up quite a bit when he laid eyes on her,
even losing control of his wings for a second as they shot open.
Perhaps it was that look she was giving him, but she loved the
rather flattering attention ayway. After he said that and turned
back to the mirror, she said in a silky tone, "Aww, yer jus'
sayin' tha', love. Thank ya koindly anyways..." She wandered up
behind him as he was busy looking in the mirror, wondering what
else he could be fussing over. Must have been his mane, since
that was what he seemed to be looking at in his mirror.
"Need some 'elp there? Look ov'r 'ere, let's 'ave a gander..."
she pushed the back of his chair around so that he was facing
her, and so she could get a closer look at his mane. She was
pretty close to him right now, but once again, it was nothing to
Snow since she was looking over something entirely different,
not even bothering to check to see if he was blushing this time
around. From this distance, it would be easy to catch the scent
of the perfume that she wore, that of fresh mountains and tundra
winds. With her left hoof holding his chair in place so that he
didn't accidentally spin it out of the way, she used her right
hoof to push around a few stray bits of his mane, tidying it up
a little, though she didn't have to do much as he already did a
pretty good job, "Baaah, yer foine love," she said with a grin,
backing up away from his chair and back to the door, "c'mon, we
should ge' goin' whoile th' noigh' is still young."
She walked up to the front door and waited for him, and when
they were both ready to depart, she made sure that she had her
keys with her before stepping out of the front door and shutting
it behind them, twisting the key in the lock to secure the flat.
The sun was already behind the horizon at this point, and night
had officially fallen over Ponyville. This was the time when the
nightlife in Ponyville would wake up and start to take over,
especially on the weekends. There were young ponies staying up
and going to the theatre, young couples and married ponies going
out to fancy restaurants in their best attire, and rowdy ponies
going to find the nearest party to crash. All of these ponies
wandered the streets at this hour, and as she and Schwambart
descended the stairs, she nudged his side with her elbow and
brushed up next to him, whispering, "Oy, ya can pu' yer wing
'round moi back if ya wan', Oi dun moind. I's a bi' of a walk
anyway, an' i's a li'l nippy fer th' li'l tha' Oi'm wearin'
awf'ta awll." As she said that, she turned down onto the street
with him, making sure they were going the right way before
continuing.
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Schwambart Date: January 18, 2014, 9:37 pm
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Schwambart does a remarkable job of not fidgeting while she
fixes his mane, if he does say so himself, considering how close
she is to him. He focuses by closing his eyes and breathing
deeply. That doesn't precisely help, her perfumed scent coming
in quite strong through his nostrils. Smells like winter, like
snow being shoved in his face but with the promise of hot
chocolate later. He shivers. "Right. Thanks." It's quite a
contrast to him, who simply wears unscented deodorant without
any added smells. With one more check on his mane, he stands
from his chair and follows her out the door.
As late as it is, it's still earlier than when Schwambart
usually leaves the flat in the night time, specifically aiming
to be out and about when next to nopony else is. He enjoys the
calm that falls over the sleeping town, and the stars...Oh, how
he loves the stars out here. Before moving here he'd almost
forgotten just how different the sky looked when away from the
larger cities. It's almost enough to inspire a drawing just for
them, but that's still an awful lot of space on a page to color
the subdued blacks and greys, with perhaps some blue and purple
in there, when the real effort would be the small points of
light. Maybe he'd start that, actually...
He's jolted out of his reverie by Snow's nudge and whisper, and
he fights down with a moderate degree of success the resurgent
blush that springs to his face. His first thought is
immediately: No. He couldn't even just put his hoof around her
last night, what made him think that he would be able to bring
his wing around her? His wings were much more personal to him
than his hooves, and he couldn't possibly dare to force
something like that on somepony without...
Well...she had just given him permission. In fact, she was
practically asking for it. Besides, what's the harm? If he
decides he doesn't like it, he can retract his wing and offer
her his vest, since he's wearing his shirt under it. And if she
objects, she'll probably make her thoughts on the subject quite
clear.
"O-okay." As they turn down the street, a slight rustling is
heard from his wing as he readies himself to extend it over her.
And another rustling is heard as it resettles against him.
Readies. Resets. Readies. And then it resets against him once
more, this time with a feel of finality.
Aw, screw it. His wing shoots out and curves over her back
before trying to retract again, pulling her against him tighter.
His blush brightens as he forces it to relax as he clears his
throat, allowing her full control of their proximity as he just
leaves it draped over her. "H-how's this?"
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Snowflake Date: January 19, 2014, 2:51 am
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Snow was patient as she waited for him to put his wing over her
back, walking slowly down the street to give him enough chances
to try to figure out if he wanted to commit to a particular
decision. She honestly didn't expect him to get far, seeing as
it took him forty-five minutes of trying and reconsidering last
night to even get a leg over her shoulders, which he never did
end up doing in the long run. He would give himself an
opportunity to follow through, and then tuck his wing back to
his side a few times, before what looked like a final time, this
one punctuated with a little feeling of finality, since there
was no immediate effort to retry afterwards. Oh well. Snow
sighed as she continued to walk beside him, wondering just what
she was going to do with this shy mess of a stallion-- when she
suddenly heard another rustle of feathers, and something light
going over she back and side before pulling her even closer into
his side.
Letting out a little surprised "oh!" as she nearly stumbled into
his side, she found her footing once more and walked beside him.
He had finally forced himself to take a chance, and now that he
has succeeded, Snow had a little bit more hope for him, and was
now a little warmer thanks to it as she was up against his warm
side that was normally covered in feathers, and shielded from
the slight breeze with his wings. As her thoughts of how happy
and surprised she was that Schwambart was able to get over this,
she realized that she should probably follow this up with some
sort of positive reinforcement, otherwise it would be a long
time before he even wanted to do this again. Intentionally
brushing against his side as a show of appreciation, she hummed
quietly and said, "Mmm, tha's bett'r. Thank ya, love. Ya can
hold me a li'l toigh'r if ya want, yer feathers're pre'y noice
an' soft so Oi dun moind."
She walked with him down the street like this for a good seven
minutes, following one of the bigger roads in town until they
came to their destination. The entire way, Snow did as little as
possible to make him feel uncomfortable, and even though she
enjoyed teasing him with her looks and his shyness, there was
something nice about being held in a warm embrace like this. As
they rounded the corner they could start to make out the steady
beat of a bass as they neared one of the buildings. This
particular building was still lit up, indicating that it was
open if the long line of ponies out front didn't make it seem
obvious. Out in front, a burly looking stallion in a suit
holding a clipboard stood in front of the entrance, which was
blocked with a velvet rope.
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As they got closer, Snow nudged Schwam's side, nodding to the
long line with a wicked grin as she said, "Now watch this 'ere,
love. We gonna be skippin' tha'..." she then nodded to the burly
bouncer, "... an' goin' roigh' through there. Follow moi lead
now, an' keep tha' there wing ov'r me." She led the both of them
up to the bouncer, who eyed the both of them suspiciously as he
brought up his list, looking over it as he asked them, "You on
the list?" Snow nodded with a little mischievous half-grin as
she answered, "M'name's Snowflake, guv'nah. Name should be on
tha' lis' there, an' moi friend 'ere is with me." The bouncer
flipped a few pages on the clipboard before looking up again and
saying, "Frostfall, eh? Alright, come on in." He then unclipped
the velvet rope, and the Snowflake led the two of them into the
heart of the beating music coming through the front doors.
The front hallway led to an incredibly open room, a light fog
from the fog machines covering the floor as colouts and other
flashing lights strobed through the air, making the ponies that
were out dancing on the floor look like dancing puppets that
were being manipulated to dance to the beat of the DJ's music.
Aside from the main dance floor, there was a area set off to the
side with tables and chairs for small groups to sit and
socialize, and a long bar being manned by at least three
bartender ponies as they took drink orders from the dancers and
waitresses. Snow led the two of them to a small table along the
wall, seating herself opposite of Schwambart as she started to
bob her head to the steady beat with a happy smile, shouting
across the table loud enough for him to hear, "So wot d'ya
think'a this place 'ere, Cappy? -This- is more moi koind'a
music!"
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Schwambart Date: January 19, 2014, 2:48 pm
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Schwambart smiles broadly at the positive reinforcement of his
gesture, blushing brighter. He...he did it. At her behest, of
course, but he did it. He's rewarded with her soft voice and
brush against his side. It's...he's never had a marefriend
before. Does he have one now? The prospect doesn't bother him,
really. Part of the reason he never did was because it was
never really that high of a priority for him. Sure, his
semi-crippling shyness around those he considered possible
marefriends didn't help in the slightest, but now that he has a
mare at his side he wonders if he didn't have his priorities all
out of order beforehoof. And she's inviting him to hold her
closer..."Mm-h-hmm," he stammers out, swallowing nervously,
heart pounding as his feathers rustle restlessly for a moment
before his wing contracts slightly, pulling her tighter into his
shared warmth. He gradually relaxes as they walk and his blush
recedes, though his pulse doesn't slow particularly.
As they near the building, his spirits do a strange little
bubbling, not sure whether to rise or fall. The line outside
makes it look to him like they're not going to get in for a
while. That could mean that they would get to spend a while
outside, his wing around her while they wait to get in. Pros vs
cons, he'd get to keep her warm body against him for a while yet
but it wouldn't be very soon that they got in and did...whatever
it was ponies did in nightclubs. Dance? If you could call it
dancing, according to what Snow said. Whatever ponies do in
there, she wants to get him in there for it, so not
disappointing her would be a plus.
Before he can say anything, she nudges him and disrupts his
train of thought. Skip the line? Well that's...good, right?
Right. She seems to think so, so he'll assume it is. He grins
nervously at the bouncer, his wing tightening unconsciously
against her under the larger stallion's scrutiny while he lets
her do the talking. Not that he'd been planning on making any
trouble while he was here, but now he's definitely more set on
being well-behaved. He doesn't want to tangle with that guy.
And then they're in. "Nice," he whispers to her as they get in,
and his senses are immediately flooded.
He should have guessed from how strong he'd felt the pumping of
the bass outside just how loud it would be inside, but strangely
enough it still catches him by surprise, along with the light
fluctuations that assaulted his eyes even as the music invades
his ears. Before too long he's completely disoriented, eyes
darting everywhere to find somewhere comfortable to rest. There
would be no resistance from his ears, of course. It would be
futile. Thankfully she leads him over to a seating area, and he
gladly sits down across from her before his legs can give out
completely with the stimuli of the building press crushingly
against his consciousness. As soon as they separate, he finds
it pretty easy to forget his earlier musings about whether or
not he has a marefriend and dismiss them with a flick of his
thoughts. Naw, she seems like the kind of pony who's...a
hugger. Yeah, a hugger. That's all. She's a hugger.
"What?" he shouts back to her. The noise. It's everywhere. He
doesn't bob his head with the music, but his back right hoof
begins tapping the ground with the beat, the overwhelming
omnipresent beat. "What do I think of this place? It's loud.
And disorienting. And public. I can hardly hear myself
yelling!"
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Snowflake Date: January 20, 2014, 11:57 pm
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Snow continued to bob her head to the music as she sat across
from Schwam, the warmth from the side that was close to his
quickly dissipating into the large building and getting lost in
the fog, lights, and dancing. What a shame, she was actually
enjoying being that close for a while, and it seemed like
Schwambart was enjoying himself too, if silence and a lack of
protest told her that much, and the fact that he seemed to relax
may have indicated that he was in fact getting over his issue of
having his personal bubble breached by another pony,
particularly a mare. Perhaps now he would be one step closer to
letting other mare's get close to him, which would be crucial to
her plans to set up Schwam with somepony who was particularly
interested in him in this club. It was a crowded night, so
surely she'd find somepony...
Before she did that however, there was something else that
needed to be done. Schwam needed to loosen up just a bit more,
and Snow knew just the social lubrication for him, and it waited
for them behind the counter of the bar. Any minute now, a
waitress would walk up to the two of them and ask for their
drinks, and in the meantime, Snow would make some passing
conversation, at a much louder volume of course, thanks to the
deafening blasts of the speakers, "Do ya dawnce much, love? Oi'm
thinkin' aft'r a few drinks we 'it th'dawnce floor an' cu' a
rug, ya know wo' Oi mean?" She winked at him just in time for
the waitress to trot up to the both of them, notepad and pencil
held up in a lime green aura as she said, "Hey you two~! Welcome
to Level 2! Mind if I get you both started with some drinks? Our
special today is the in house lager, as well as the local
cider."
Snow, without giving Schwam time to decide to pick something
hopelessly fruity and non-alcoholic as she guessed he might try
to, she decided to pick something for him, keeping in mind that
it would probably have to taste somewhat decent, otherwise he
would not want to keep drinking it, "Oi think moi friend 'ere
wants 'imself a Dirty Cowpony, amoirite there Cappy?" She then
tapped her hoof to her chin keeping a rather playful and
thoughtful tone as she added, "As fo' me, Oi'd love a Sex on the
Beach, or maybe an Erotica, whichev'r is ya fav'rite, sissa~."
The waitress nodded with a smile as she jotted down her notes
and said, "Alriiiiight~, one Dirty Cowpony and Erotica coming
right up!" After the waitress turned and left, Snow looked at
Schwam out of the corners of her eyes, winking once more before
she asked, "So Cappy, any mares in 'ere catchin' yer eye?"
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Schwambart Date: January 21, 2014, 2:01 am
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On, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on. The droning
of the music, the incessant pounding of the bass. On, and on,
and on, and on. Schwam thinks his hearing might be starting to
go. His ears certainly have started having minds of their own,
twitching with the relentless beat. He doesn't even really like
it, but it worms its way into his consciousness and forces
itself on him. Like when somepony tells you that you're now
breathing manually. And keeps telling you. Over and over and
over. And it goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on.
He stops his ears dancing to hear Snow suggest that they go out
on the dance floor and do it not with just their ears. Go out
there and...dance? In public? She's barking up the wrong tree
if she thinks she'll get him anywhere near there with the
"dancing" the ponies are doing over there, just flailing their
limbs about randomly, with or without being on the beat.
"Dance? You're funny," he says with a grin, his blush reflex
being somewhat stayed by A) the fact that he can in no way
actually consider doing that and B) the dulling of his senses by
the pulsing beat and flashing lights. Sure, he knows a bit of
ballroom dance, a bit of line dance, a bit of...choreographed
dance, but he does not go out in front of complete strangers and
make random bodily motions...or at least not this many and
without somepony he *really* knew there. Hex being there would
do wonders for his apparent comfort, and they'd get into all
sorts of shenanigans...
Oh, she might not have heard him anyway. There's a waitress
there asking for their drink orders. Level 2? What's that? Is
that the club, or a part of the club, or what? Oh well. "Wh-"
he starts to answer before Snow redirects her attention to
herself. Okay, what- Dirty Cowpony. Never heard of it. Is
that alcoholic? He's about to ask before he hears the names of
the drinks she's ordering. Sex on the Beach. His blush flares
up in spite of the suppression from the stimuli around him, and
he huddles on his seat. Erotica. It gets brighter, and he's
not sure which name he thinks is worse. And then a wink from
Snow. Of course. That puts his blush at pretty much a high,
and he suddenly finds the table in front of him monumentally
interesting to look at while his cheeks burn. "Hm? Oh,
um...maybe one or two," he shouts back at her. In truth, he
hadn't really been paying much attention to the other mares,
being distracted by her, keeping his step, and all the bright
flashing lights. Should he be looking for mares? He hopes not,
it's taking enough concentration just trying to understand her.
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Snowflake Date: January 22, 2014, 2:11 am
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Snowflake arched an eyebrow as Schwambart mentioned that she was
'funny' when she asked if he liked to dance. She wasn't aware
that she was telling a joke, so it must have been intended for
sarcastic purposes. So he must not be able to dance if that was
the case, either that or his confidence in his own ability was
lacking. Just looking out on the dance floor now at any
particular pony, every single one was either jumping up and down
whilst flailing their limbs and head to the beat, or there were
pairs of mares and stallions dancing with each other in much the
same manner, only a little more under control and sensually.
Anypony could dance like that, so she had a hard time believing
Schwambart in that respect. Perhaps she could force him onto the
dance floor after enough drinks; as soon as he gets out there,
there would be no doubt that he would at least try a few moves
with her.
As for the fact that he was stuck staring at the table with his
little blush of his, this was exactly the reason why Snow had
decided to order an alcoholic drink for him. He was taking a lot
of things a little to seriously and not out of context enough.
The fact that a lewd drink name could set him off, and even a
little wink, which she had populated a good amount of his days
with every so often, indicated that he was thinking too hard
about things. Surely he couldn't be that sheltered to find what
she was saying embarrassing and taboo rather than funny and just
a tad flirtatious. Oh well, she picked him a drink where the
flavours tended to overwhelm the taste of alcohol, so maybe he
wouldn't notice and he'd begin to warm up to the idea of
laughing at a lewd reference or flirt.
Waiting for the waitress to come back with their drinks Snow
said, "Are ya sho', love? Ya ain' gonna foind many lookers if ya
lookin' at ya table. C'mon, take a look about, point ou' th'ones
ya could see yerself talkin' to an' gettin' t'know!" She took a
quick glance around the area and added with a grin, "Oi know Oi
could point ou' a few lovely sissas fer ya, wot abou' you?" she
trailed off as the waitress came and set the respective drinks
in front of the respective ponies. Schwambart's drink was a
beige coloured drink consisting of quite a bit of crushed ice
and a glass rimed with chocolate sauce, while Snow's drink was
relatively clear and garnished with a maraschino cherry and
orange wedge. Taking a little sip from her drink, Snow exhaled
in delight and said, "Aww yeah, that's good. 'Ow's yers, love?"
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Schwambart Date: January 22, 2014, 1:44 pm
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"Hey, don't insult the table," Schwambart says back jokingly,
patting the tabletop comfortingly. "It's a looker itself. Just
check out that top, and the way it wears that gloss. Those legs
aren't bad either. I would totally ask it out." Oh dear, he
had spent all that time talking just about its looks! He wasn't
that shallow, was he? "And don't worry, I'm sure your
personality isn't that bad, either..." Great, he had just
ruined his chances at turning this relationship into a romance
with a thoughtless insult. "Nevermind, after what I just said,
I'm pretty sure it wouldn't take me." He gives a melancholic
sigh and turns his eyes outward. Well, maybe if he said he
didn't like any of them they could get out of here.
He's interrupted by the waitress coming by with their drinks.
"Thanks," he says to her as she sets his down in front of him.
What was it Snow had called this? "Dirty Cowpony"? Is it
alcoholic? Well...Snow had chosen it for him, and she probably
knows by now that he doesn't drink, given how much he enjoys
flavored beverages but never touched or bought beer. He hopes
she knows, anyway. Wouldn't be too hard to guess. Anyway. He
eyes it for a bit, then cautiously takes a sip.
Butterscotch. He loves butterscotch. The chocolate is just the
icing on the cake...er, drink. There are few things he enjoys
more than butterscotch. Period.
He takes another sip that grows into a large pull from it as he
realizes just how thirsty he's been getting. Nerves and
sweating, probably. "Why have I not bought something like this
before? This...I'm pretty sure this is the pinnacle of Pony
creation right here." Something...just a tiny bit off about it.
Oh well, it's probalby just the way the chocolate taste mixes
with the butterscotch. He's never had the two together before,
and he does know some flavors aren't best friends. Oh well,
butterscotch.
He lets his eyes rise again to the surrounding mass of ponies.
Well, even if the drink is the main reason he likes this place
now, he might be able to do a little socializing on the
side...He looks to the dance floor. There's a green mare,
bright orange mane. She catches his eye, that's for sure. Nice
legs, long mane, full wings...maybe that one. He imagines
walking up to her...and then falling apart. No, he's never gone
to talk to somepony with the purpose of flirting, and he can't
possibly imagine actually doing it. He gives a few more cursory
glances around, but he's not really into it. While there are
some lookers in the bunch, he'd rather just stay here at the
table and drink his drink...which is running low. A shame.
"Naw, not sure I could see myself talking to anypony here,
except you." He blushes when he realizes what he just said.
"Er, I mean...ahem."
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