Trixie's sleeping body slowly stirred on the couch, knocking over several empty cans and bottles of her new favorite drink. She groans and rolls slightly, suddenly falling off the couch. "Oh buck!" She growls out, rubbing her flank. "God damn bucking sof-..." She cuts herself off, staring at the pad and pen on the desk. How was this possible? It was her hoofwriting, she was certain of it. She flips several pages, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. "Looker! Looker! I actually managed to write something good..." She winces a bit and puts a hoof to her head, letting out a quiet groan. Using magic was going to prove to be difficult with this kind of hangover. She slowly trots to Looker's room, peering inside only to find no indication he even stayed the night. With a quiet sigh, she shakes her head and decides she'd need a few glasses of water. When she enters the kitchen, she stops and tries to figure out what she's looking at. Row after row of empty beer cans are organized neatly into several straight lines, a passed out Looker laying in front of them with a can pierced on his horn. "Looker, get up." she groans out.
"Ugh...What happened last-" Looker immediately starts to laugh, pointing a hoof at all the cans. "Oh man, how did I almost forget about this?!" Trixie just keeps staring at him, slowly tilting her head to the side with a single eyebrow raised. "Trixie, you got so drunk last night. You declared yourself the queen of my apartment, with all this empty cans as your 'minions'."He states, still chuckling every so often. "You then proceeded to smash a can on my horn and declared that I was to be your military leader. After declaring that we attack at dawn, you started yelling a battle cry while floating a bunch of your minions. Pretty sure you just knocked out after crashing into the couch." Looker stands up, shaking his head hard to try and get the can off. He sighs and just pushes it off with his hoof. "Oh gosh, I need some bucking water..."
Trixie nods, gettting two glasses and pouring some water in each one. She starts to drink from the first glass, leaving the other one on the counter. "I guess that explains why I was covered in empty cans just now..." She says drolly, tossing the notepad to Looker without another word. He starts scanning it's contents, his lips slowly curling into a smile.
"You finished the song we were gonna play...? Damn, Trixie. Color me impressed!" Looker says, standing up with a grunt. "These lyrics go perfectly with what I wrote a few weeks ago, I can safely say that this...Just wow." He mutters under his breath. "When did you write this, Trixie?" He says, a goofy grin on his face.
"Sometime between proclaiming my new kingdom and assaulting the couch. But some of these lyrics I wrote...Can I really sing that and not get into trouble?" Trixie asks, looking at the floor a bit. "I don't want to hurt anypony. I mean, I really do feel that way but I don't know..." She sighs and trots over to the couch, knocking off all the cans. Looker follows her, still floating the notepad around as he reads it.
"We're just two city ponies. It's not like we're performing in Canterlot or right in front of the princesses." He says idley, still pacing around. "Trixie." He says, stopping in front of her. "This song is bucking beautiful." He states bluntly, as if he was pointing out some sort of obvious fact like the sky being blue. Trixie blushes, looking down again. She just shakes her head quietly, clearly nervous about her lyrics and performance. "Hey, you're gonna be fantastic. Remember, you're not going up there alone. Besides, you're supposed to be great and powerful." He says with a smile, nudging Trixie's shoulder gently. Trixie just nods and stands up, stretching out a bit.
"Damn straight I am." She says, taking a deep breath to collect herself. She glanced at the clock, thinking yesterday's idea of daydrinking was not well thought out. Sure, it was fun at the beginning,But to perform in only two hours while still hung over was not. Her ears perk up when she hears a familiar hiss and pop, turning to see Looker already drinking a can of beer. "W-What?! Why!" She exclaims, pointing at the beer can with a flailing hoof.
"Best way to get rid of a hangover. Mind if we take your cart? I don't wanna have to drag this thing around back and fourth." Looker says, floating over his guitar case and a few other cases to the door.
"O-Oh. Yeah, of course. I haven't really slept there for the past few days. T-Thanks for that, by the way. The shelter, I mean. Kinda nice not to have to sleep knowing that anyone can enter my cart while I slumber." She rubs the back of her head, fixing her mane up slightly.
"Don't worry about it, you're a fellow artist. I'm more than happy to give you all the help you need." He says, heading out the door. "Let me help pull the cart, sometimes this junk can get a bit heavy." Trixie nods and smiles.
"Thanks Looker, no one's really ever helped me with my cart before." Trixie states, walking out the door right after Looker. They go down the stairs and arrive at Trixie's carriage. The trip was mostly uneventful, time being passed by exchanging opinions about various types of music and art. Eventually, the pony-drawn carriage ride draws to a close. With one final grunt, Looker parks the wagon right next to the bar.
"Okay...perfect..." Looker says, panting as quietly as he could manage.
"You shoulda let me help you more. After all, I AM great and powerful." Trixie says, a playfully teasing look on her face.
"Nono, wasn't even heavy..." He huffs out, wiggling out of the harness in order to travel to the back of their wagon. Looker carefully levitates his instrument cases, a blue aura enveloping the rest.
"Well, this time I'm helping." Trixie said, letting out a sigh as she focuses her magic. She mostly knew simple parlor tricks, but levitation came naturally to most unicorns. As she walked into the back of the bar, following Looker with a brisk trot. "Hey, Looks, who'se gonna be playing right now?" She asks as they enter the bar. Trixie's eyes go wide, she wasn't expecting an actual, famous artist. "H-Humble Horse is here? What?! And we're playing after them?" She turns to Looker, a very concerned expression on her face.
"Hey..." He places a hoof on the back of Trixie's mane, trying to make her relax. "They're just the headline. They actually decided to sponser the event!" His eyes gleam a bit, making Trixie wonder just how much he knows about this band. She shrugs off the thoughts, gently placing the instruments down. She slowly trots around from the back to the front, the loud music increasing in volume as she got to the main floor of the bar. She looks around the bar, seeing a few familiar faces.
"Malt..." Trixie whispers at the barkeep. "I'm nervous as buck. I need liquid courage." Malt simply stared at Trixie, giving a shake of his head along with a sigh, going into the back of the bar to come back with a vintage looking bottle.
"Y'know, you're my most frequent customer here. And it usually kills me to see ya' here. But here. Think of it was a good luck gift. On the house. A special brew that's taste is supposed to be like nuthin' ye ever had before!" Malt gets a big grin on his face, hand off the bottle to Trixie. She stares at the bottle, admiring the gold finish on the label. She remains speechless, using her magic to pop the cork out.
"Three glasses." She says, looking at Malt. "I...still am not quite familiar with friendship. But I'd like to share this with two ponies who've showed me...kindness." She glaces over to Looker, who appears to be in the middle of dancing his flank off. She blinks and stares at how goofy he looks before giggling lightly and waving him over. "Hey, Looker! Let's have a drink with Malt."