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You Look Hot. Want a Drink?
Heya gorgeous.
Yeah, you. What’s a handsome stallion like you doing all alone on a night like this? Come on, I’ll buy you a drink. What d’you want?
A beer? Really? Ah, come on, we can do you better than that. Just wait right here, handsome, and I’ll be back in a minute.
There, try this. Trust me, it’s good stuff. Has a bit of a kick to it… Mmm, but it’s a good kick, am I right?
Listen, I’m new in town. Just dropped in outta Cloudsdale. No, not literally, ya doofus. I’m pretty good at flyin’, I’ll have you know.
So what about you? What’s your life story?
Of course you’ve got one. All of us do, even me. Everypony is a story waitin’ to be told, gorgeous. Some are more than one, but them folks are either far too lucky or not lucky enough, if you catch my drift.
What d’ya wanna hear my story for? It’s nothin’ special. You’re awful inquisitive for a shy stallion… hell, if it weren’t so pretty I’d probably punch yer little face in. I keep myself private, y’know? Don't like intrusions.
Ah, what the hell. You’re hot, I’m drunk, and we’ve got time to spare.
I’m heading to Canterlot to try to join the Royal Guard. I know, I know. I’m not the type you’d expect to be in for all that standin’ around and shuttin’ up, even if a hot bit of flank like you walks past. But you know what? I’m allowed to take a break, ain’t I?
Anyways, I’m not tryin’ ta join for myself. It’s my brother. Now he was the calm, silent type, y’know? Even when we was young, I would always feel safe around him. He was exactly the kinda stallion you’d want in the guard, right, and when he gets a bit older he decides that’s what he wants to do. He wanted t’protect ponies.
Yeah. I’m fine. I just… I need another drink. Y’want one?
Ahh, that’s better. I needed that.
What’s his name? Oh, my brother? He was called Starlight Sentry. Good name—he was cold as starlight an’ everythin’. Kinda distant, but you’d know he’d be there for ya if y’needed him.
He, uhm…
Well, he saved my life.
It was ‘bout a year ago, now. It was stupid, so, so stupid. We were at the train station and… and there was this totally hot stallion on the other platform… and I wasn’t looking where I was goin' 'cos... and… and…
That’s why I’m tryin’ ta join th’guard. Because of him. Because he should have joined, dammit, and I shoulda bin on those tracks
I-I’ll be fine. I j-just need another drink. That’ll make it better.
It always does.
Yeah, you. What’s a handsome stallion like you doing all alone on a night like this? Come on, I’ll buy you a drink. What d’you want?
A beer? Really? Ah, come on, we can do you better than that. Just wait right here, handsome, and I’ll be back in a minute.
There, try this. Trust me, it’s good stuff. Has a bit of a kick to it… Mmm, but it’s a good kick, am I right?
Listen, I’m new in town. Just dropped in outta Cloudsdale. No, not literally, ya doofus. I’m pretty good at flyin’, I’ll have you know.
So what about you? What’s your life story?
Of course you’ve got one. All of us do, even me. Everypony is a story waitin’ to be told, gorgeous. Some are more than one, but them folks are either far too lucky or not lucky enough, if you catch my drift.
What d’ya wanna hear my story for? It’s nothin’ special. You’re awful inquisitive for a shy stallion… hell, if it weren’t so pretty I’d probably punch yer little face in. I keep myself private, y’know? Don't like intrusions.
Ah, what the hell. You’re hot, I’m drunk, and we’ve got time to spare.
I’m heading to Canterlot to try to join the Royal Guard. I know, I know. I’m not the type you’d expect to be in for all that standin’ around and shuttin’ up, even if a hot bit of flank like you walks past. But you know what? I’m allowed to take a break, ain’t I?
Anyways, I’m not tryin’ ta join for myself. It’s my brother. Now he was the calm, silent type, y’know? Even when we was young, I would always feel safe around him. He was exactly the kinda stallion you’d want in the guard, right, and when he gets a bit older he decides that’s what he wants to do. He wanted t’protect ponies.
Yeah. I’m fine. I just… I need another drink. Y’want one?
Ahh, that’s better. I needed that.
What’s his name? Oh, my brother? He was called Starlight Sentry. Good name—he was cold as starlight an’ everythin’. Kinda distant, but you’d know he’d be there for ya if y’needed him.
He, uhm…
Well, he saved my life.
It was ‘bout a year ago, now. It was stupid, so, so stupid. We were at the train station and… and there was this totally hot stallion on the other platform… and I wasn’t looking where I was goin' 'cos... and… and…
That’s why I’m tryin’ ta join th’guard. Because of him. Because he should have joined, dammit, and I shoulda bin on those tracks
I-I’ll be fine. I j-just need another drink. That’ll make it better.
It always does.