Iron got his ass beat and has pissed off a whole criminal syndicate, Amber is doing some shady shit at the police station, Silver is making friends, and Spark is enjoying Whinnysotan hospitality.
>>146608He raises an eyebrow, not seeming to understand, but says to her
“That which you have on you must be taken back to whoever sent you. Do not let it return to the police, especially those in black uniforms. Eat it if you have to. Throwing it in the river, or throwing it away, may not be enough.”
>>146609More chills but she nods solemnly.
I'm not out of the woods yet.She breathes in.
"HOW MANY MARES HAVE YOU SEEN?! AND IN SO SHORT A TIME?! You...you don't care about me at all, do you?!" She winces at having shouted so loud, her voice becoming somewhat shrill as well.
>>146610He doesn’t say anything to her in that time. The plain expression on his face conveys a perhaps very real disappointment in the inglorious end of their brief acquaintance and the facade placed upon it.
>>146611She blinks at him.
Surely he realizes this is to get me out of here?Before long she resumes her faux hysteria,
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD LIE TO ME LIKE THIS!" She stomps on the floor with her hoof.
"I-I NEVER WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN!" She contorts her face into the best crying expression she can manage and trots out angrily, slamming the door behind her. With loud sobbing noises she heads for downstairs.
>>146613As she leaves the office, then into the main foyer, the door opens to multiple blue uniformed officers entering at the same time as Amber is on her way out
Also, another luck role
>>146615It's just one of those days.
It looks like the next replies are going to require a bit more preparation. So I think I need to call it a night.
>>146604Spark takes another look out the window before helping close it up.
>>146625>Striped muthafucka zigga walks off the train like that yo! >Your boy got dem news about Black Hooves selling crack and sheeeeit. >Now he's here to give all 'em hoes a ride.>Choo choo! "Ziggas are biggas!" he hollers out like real G.
>>146482She smiles, and giggles
"Heh. What?"
She turns her head, and blushes
>>146629Iron couldn't help but to chuckle himself, feeling the joke flew past Cauldron's head due to the somewhat sudden personal space invasion. "Your drink," he repeated in amusement. "It was sweeter than mine from what I tasted."
>>146630"Oh. Heh. You know what's even sweeter?"
>>146631That caused Iron to softly tilt his head in curiosity. "What is?" he asks with the hint of an expectant smile piercing through his wondering look.
>>146632She leans in, and places the end of her muzzle right next to Iron's ear. She whispers to him
"(You)"
>>146633Iron couldn't help but gasp softly at the reveal as his eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment before looking back at Cauldron with an oddly humble, almost dismissive and bashful smile. "P-please," he stuttered out in mild embarrassment as he blushed lightly "I-I am not that sweet."
>>146634She moves her hoof to rub and ruffle his fur
"Yes you are, you big sweet softy."
>>146635"I am not," Iron repeated with a bit more force into it, scrunching lightly at the accusation yet barely hid a smile under his flustered self. "I am more... spicy than sweet."
>>146636She presses her hoof into his barrel, pushing his fur around
"Sure you are. As spicy as a cube of sugar."
>>146637His rather short but surprisingly well conditioned coat parted its hairs further, allowing Black to feel the native's beating heart starting to pick up from the teasing. "A-are sugar cubes spicy?" he sheepishly asked as his mask started to slip slightly.
>>146638"Wha..... Ha! You haven't had sugar cubes? .... Maybe you know them by a different word or.... something?"
>>146639"W-well maybe," Iron unconvincingly replied in an attempt to keep the playful charade going. "I only ever ate sugar cane, not a cube of it. Maybe it is all... red and... stingy."
>>146640"Wha... heh. Do you want a sugar cube?"
>>146641Iron's eyes widened again, now with far more foal-like curiosity rather than an attempt to keep the good times flowing with some good old fashioned romantic 'banter.' "You have sugar cubes?" he uttered out in amazement
>>146642"Well, a few. Do you want one?"
>>146643"Y-you are not pulling my leg?" Iron uttered in utter disbelief at Cauldron's earnest answer as he subconsciously wagged his tail softly.
>>146644"No." She says
Iron genuinely feels a pull at his legs
>>146645Iron's ears spike slightly at the pull, yet before he would inspect just what caused it, he eagerly nodded Black's way. "Gimme gimme!" he practically pleaded with tons of tempered excitement as his legs were threatening to hop up and down.
After such a display, he'd soon carefully turn his head towards the leg puller with a inquisitive look, wondering if White was the culprit.
>>146646White Sands certainly moves past him almost making physical contact as she moves by with her barrel.
"I think I need some of that liquor."
Black Cauldron scrunches at White Sands but opens a ceramic container on the counter, and pulls out a small white cube
"You want this?"
>>146647Iron felt a pang of empathy for the scrunching Black at White's sudden, subtle request to drink some of that whiskey, yet it soon melted into pure awe as the cube appeared in his vision.
He took a series of calculating steps towards it, mesmerized by the small sugar figure as his neck lowered his head to match it on Cauldron's hoof. "Woah," he gasped out, amazed by such magic.
>>146648She holds it out in her hoof, placing it towards Iron's face
"One sugar cube"
>>146649Since the cube was so close to him by this point, Iron saw prudent to let his wild tongue tentatively venture out of his mouth, slowly approaching the new object placed by the fertile desert in front of him until it unceremoniously clashes against its white surface.
>>146651Iron's eyes went blank for a second, quickly analyzing the current predicament before realizing the terrible truth that Cauldron has just imparted on him. "Thi
th is not spi
thy at all," he muttered as a small pout started to form around his still outstretched tongue.
>>146605"Well..."
She carefully inspects the menu as if she were a hermeneutical scholar
"Maybe the bouillabaisse. Or..." She lowers the menu slightly
"
Steak Tartare
>>146653"Ooo, Steak Tartare sounds good. If I shared some of my shrimp with you, would you let me try your Steak Tartare?"
>>146655Silver looks at his own menu to see what the bouillabaisse is.
>>146656Some kind of soup or something? It has fish in it
>>146657"That does sound good, too, that bouillabaisse."
>>146658"Or... the
Coq au vin... should probably get a bowl of
Soupe à l’oignon as a sort of appetizer..."
>>146659"Hmm, that soup does sound good. As does that...I think it is chicken in wine? I just hope we can get to have comfortable meal before spa closes."
>>146660"Should I not eat too much? I don't want to feel bad when trying to relax... Or is eating more better because you feel tired. Or..."
>>146661"It is okay, dove."
If he can reach over to place a hoof on her talon, he does.
"There is no need to worry about whether to eat little or lot. We should eat until either we are finished with meals, or until we are satisfied. How does that sound?"
>>146628>Gibs swaggers up to the nearest hottie in the city!"Girl, can yo ass tell a zigga where his ass iz?"
Here's his sign zigga:
Cons: 10 (+10 cause
>mah dick zigga! -4 cause his ass got shot by the pony po po
dat's spaycist just because he sold some drugs when he was two and -6 cause he smoked some ponycrack)
Dex: 14 (cause he can steal a car )
Str: 8 (has the ability flex so he can look like an eleven at times. Active ability.)
Chr: 5 (15 in the dark cause you can only see him when he smiles.)
Int: 1 (He knows what's important in life: ASS.)
Wis: -5
Sheeeeeit!
>>146663Hello again
"Zigga how y'all not know where your ass is. You better lay off dat bottle if y'all gonna fall of a train and not know where ya are. Y'alls ass is in Batimare, zigga."
>>146662She smiles.
"Sure"
And she continues her careful studying of the menu
>>146664Silver meanwhile sips his wine, while he waits patiently for his date to make a decision.
Blue Skies is best pony>>146665"Well...."
She takes her sweet, long time in making a decision
>>146664"Ahh, sheeit." He says with a deep ass voice muthafucker and then takes another swig from his brown bottle.
Suddenly, that bottle be empty. What's Gibs gonna do now? He be starvin'. This is like the hood all over again!
He shakes the empty bottle in front of dat fine ass bitch and asks, "Where can one find some liquor in this place? You feel me?"