The big rush from the race had died down and the old clood cabin wouldn’t see much traffic for some time now. The radio was tuned into a station playing a slow pop song. The light-brown furred, dark-brown maned, former prospector, bar-keep with one gold tooth was a little surprised to hear the doorbell jingle. Even more surprised to see who it was. "Food. Now!" Dash proclaimed as she entered.
“Welcome back, Was startin' ta think yous'll hadn't made it ta World's End 'n had just flown off. It’s about time you got back here, gotta add your names to the record book.” he stated as they all plopped down onto the stools in front of the counter.
Tally took the lead saying “Well, we’ve got three names for you then.”
“Three names aye? So who got there first? Go figure that fourth place is the real winner though, hehe.”
“I was there first, my name is ‘Razor Talon’.”
“Then I got there. ‘Butter Leopold Scotch’.”
“Mhm… got it, so I guess that make you the hundredth, little mare.” he said, raising a hoof towards Rainbow Dash as she and Pinkie stood behind the two guys eager to get their names recorded.
“Na, sorry old timer, I’m already in that book, as the youngest to ever make there I might add.” Dash said, full of pride and back to her normal self.
"Strange... coulda sworn all the racers came back by now. So the hundredth still up there I take it."
“Nope, I’m right here!” Pinkie chirped.
The bar-keep just stared, giving Pinkie an eye up and down before saying “I beggen your pardon missy but, how did an earth pony get to World’s End exactly, you mind telling me?”
“Well it’s simple really.” Pinkie said. Dash was just as eager to hear this, as was everypony else. “I have no idea!” Dash practically prat-fell from her response… but hay, it seemed about right for Pinkie.
Butterscotch and Tally both spent the next few hours trying to convince the bar-keep that it was true but he wasn’t buying it. “Alright, but whether you write it down or not, it happened.” Tally said and eventually they got him to add Pinkamena Diane Pie to the register. And of course Pinkie had to add her own little touch to it as well, drawing her Cutie Mark next to her name.
The day was starting to get dark; something that Dash had to re-adjust to now that the day wasn’t eighteen hours long like it was up there. The others where a bit buzzed, having had a few drinks by now but Dash and Pinkie didn’t need anything to enjoy this moment together. Well, except one thing. “Oh, I love this song!” Pinkie said as the previous song ended and the next one began. How Pinkie Pie knew any slow songs Dash didn’t know, but nothing could surprised her about Pinkie anymore.
“Pinkie, do… do you wanna dance?” Dash asked. She didn’t like dancing but for Pinkie she’d do anything. She didn’t need a response as she stood up from the counter, with Pinkie’s hoof in her own, she pulled her to the open floor. The bar-keep saw it and turned the music up for them. They stood there for a moment before Dash leaned in and put her neck against Pinkie’s. And just listened to the music play.
Slowly the two started swaying back and forth to the music. Unfortunately it didn’t last too long; the song was only about two minutes long. Even if Dash didn’t like dancing, she had enjoyed this moment, and was sad to see it gone. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash stayed together, just swaying as the next song began.
“That's always been my favourite song…” Pinkie said with her head draped over Rainbow Dash's shoulder.
Dash just kept Pinkie in her arms. “It’s my favourite song too…” she said. Then, resting her head against Pinkie’s, she added “No, actually it’s not my favourite song...”
“It’s our song."