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I sat up in my bar stool. The heavy drink made my head spin and my stomach turn. I slouched over the bar, and called for the stallion who ran the joint.
"Get me a double." I slammed down my glass shot. "I'm dyin' here."
Another pony came up from behind me and patted my back roughly. "Swag, your gonna get sick. We ain't gonna stop playin' until the fat lady sings."
"The fat lady has already sung." I chocked. "She sings every day."
"That's not what I meant, Swag. Just don't get yourself into trouble."
"Whatever." I turned back to my shot glass and swigged it down and let out a gasp of air as it burned my throat though the feeling of cold alcohol in my bloodstream felt great. I slugged up from the stool and walked over to our bags where the instruments were. Grabbing my trumpet case, I swung it around my back and walked towards the door that led into the rain; no longer did I feel like playing while this drunk. I stared at the ground and hung my head low so nobody noticed me. I turned around and looked towards the stage to see who was playing; this proven to be a bad idea. "Oomph!" I walked right into the side of an unexpected pony.
She was talking to a more sophisticated looking stallion, but it's not him I noticed. It was the mare in front of me who I stared at in shock. Her purple, curled mane flowed past her neck. The elegant dress she was wearing, still showed her cutie mark, three diamonds. Her face was unlike I've ever seen. Her snout was slightly lifted and her large eyes stared me down. Beautiful, no- amazing! She was- amazing. And talking to me...
"Hello?" She waved her hoof in my face to snap me out of the impact.
"Huh-wha? Oh.. Hello."
"I said, I'm sorry." She smiled.
"No, no. It was my fault, a bit drunk; I am."
"I can see." She grinned. "Leaving early? Aren't you a player?"
"Uh, yeah." I frowned that she caught me sneaking out.
She ever so lightly gasped. "The music you guys played was absolutely great!"
She caused me to blush a bit. My face grew hot. "Thanks, heh. Not the best though."
"Don't be a chump! Be proud, jazz is the best thing created since clothing!" She grew restive. "Sorry, a little drunk myself." She laughed, followed by a hiccup.
"I think everyone is drunk here, but me." The spiffy stallion next to the mare stated with an undertone. "Of course, these are lowlife slumps."
"Excuse me?" I sobered up to that insult.
"I'm sorry, too strong of a word? How about bar?"
"This ain't no bar, sir. It's a jazz club. Get it right or get your petty little dressed up ass out of here you ingrate."
He chuckled. "Petty? Ingrate? Is that the best you have for an insult? And ungrateful for what? There is nothing to be grateful for here. Please don't say you mean this awful music."
"Awful?!"
"I personally prefer Beethoven, myself."
"And I personally prefer squares like you to leave."
"Humph!" He snorted. "Come lady Rarity. Let us leave this treachery of a musical bar."
"Actually, Beck, I'm thinking about staying here." Her words caused the stallion to jump.
"Alone?!" He queried.
"No," She smiled and weaved her leg with mine. "I've got-" She motioned me for a name.
"Oh, uh. Swag. Swag McChill."
"Interesting name, Swag."
"I didn't pick it." My comeback caused her to giggle.
"Well then, I guess I will see you later." He stared me down and huffed out the door into the rain.
The jazz band in front started to play a song that seemed to fit the mood un-coincidentally.
Rarity and I we're left in the jazz club with the rest of the drunken ponies whom bobbed their heads to the sweet sound of jazz. I escorted her to a small table for two where we could sit in front and get closer to the music.
"Want a drink?" I asked softly.
"No thank you, I've had enough." She waved her hoof to sit down next to her. I scooted up in the booth and stared at the stage as the instruments shined and played so very sweetly. "It's so hot in here." She took off her light wool jacket and revealed an even more spectacular getup. A long red dress with a necklace that had a note on it.
"You like jazz yourself?" I questioned, a bit curious.
"Do I! It's so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as yourself." I threw out. This came very unexpected, but I was drunk, and so was she.
She became heavily flustered. "Oh stop, you." She giggled, with another hiccup. She drew closer and hugged my arms together; rendering me unable to move around. Her presence felt warm when up against my own and her body was so very soft and perfected.
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We stayed at the jazz gig for a pretty long time after the jazz bands all stopped playing. Most of the ponies left, except some romantic couples. This caught my attention. Everypony that was left was together or were there as a couple. I looked at Rarity and she caught me staring at her, but surprisingly she didn't look away. Actually, she kept looking at me with her big blue eyes.
"Uh," I tried to break the uncomfortable awkwardness that fell between us. "So..."
"Your cute when your flustered." She giggle again following another hiccup.
"I think you had a little bit too much to drink, Rarity." I checked.
"No I did-" She paused to hiccup again, "-not. I bar-ely... Drank.... any-thing." She was falling asleep.
"Great, now what do I do?" I said to myself aloud. "I don't even know where you live!"
Then the idea hit my mind. I could just stay here for the night, it's not like this place ever closes anyways. Plus the rain will make it harder to get home.
"Mmm- Swag." Rarity snored.
I slightly laid her down on the booth and covered her with her coat to block the slight drift that came from the door that was propped open. She kicked around, but settled and went back to a deep drunken sleep. I slept on the floor in front of the booth so I wouldn't protrude her privacy. Sleep took long enough, but it finally washed me away.
*Enjoy the music :D*