An unconnected scenelet · 6:27am May 10th
The moon had risen over Lyra and Bon Bon’s day trip to Canterlot. They had spent the morning and afternoon visiting Lyra’s parents (and Bon Bon’s in-laws) for lunch and conversation. When evening rolled around, they left to meet up with Lyra’s foalhood friends at a downtown tavern to celebrate the bonus that Lemon Hearts had received for expertly organizing the state dinner that helped reestablish relations with the diamond dogs.
The six mares sat around a circular table near the corner. To Lyra’s left, as always, was Bon Bon. To Bon Bon’s left was Lemon Hearts. Then Moondancer, Twinkleshine, and Minuette, who sat directly to Lyra’s right.
As Lemon Hearts was describing how the chefs were able to quickly slice and plate additional carrots to restock the crudités platters, a gray unicorn stallion wearing a tight white V-neck shirt walked up to the table. Without saying a word, he stood between Lemon Hearts and Moondancer, forcing them to lean to the side a little and earning a glare from the one he had interrupted. Ignoring the two of them, he looked across the table at Lyra.
“Hey cutie,” he said. “Wanna see my spellbooks? I bet we could make sparks fly.”
Moondancer and Lemon Hearts audibly groaned.
Lyra shook her head, more as an expression of disbelief and pity than as an answer to his question. “Sorry, I’m married,” she said. She reached over to Bon Bon and held her hoof.
The stallion paid no attention to the motion. Instead, he laid a foreleg horizontally in front of him on the table, leaned up on it, raised his eyebrows, and said, “I don’t see your husband around. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” He failed to notice the suppressed laughs from three of the other mares at the table.
With a confident smile, Lyra responded, “Trust me – you aren’t my type. Just keep walking.”
With a slight shrug of his head, the stallion turned his attention to Minuette. “How about you, baby – wanna light things up with me?”
Minuette exhaled sharply. “Seeing as I just saw you hit on a married mare, I’m going to have to say no.” She leveled a look at him. “You’re probably cheating on somepony else right now.”
“It isn’t cheating. We have an understanding.”
“Sure you do. Hard pass.”
The stallion got down on all four legs, took a step back, and looked at the mares at the rest of the table. “Any of you ladies up for a magical night? Last chance.”
Amid Twinkleshine’s curt “No” and Lemon Hearts’ more drawn-out “Noooooooo,” Moondancer sarcastically said, “Gee, I’m really flattered to be the third choice of a sleazeball.”
The stallion took another step back, scowled at her, and said, “You’re lower than my third choice, glasses.” Then he turned around and walked away.
As he weaved through the tables, targeting some mares on the other side of the room, the friends all looked at one another.
“What a humongous jerk,” Twinkleshine said.
“Really,” Moondancer agreed. “If I took off my glasses and let my mane down, I’d look like freaking Twilight Sparkle. Has he never seen a movie?”
Lemon Hearts pointed at Bon Bon. “I’m surprised you didn’t slug him in the face the moment he made a move on Lyra.”
Bon Bon picked up her drink. “Lyra doesn’t like it when I do things that land me in jail,” she said. “And she easily had the situation under control.”
She took a sip.
“Although if he had tried to touch her, he would have been walking out of here with that foreleg shoved deep under his tail.”
Some idiots truly do live in their own world... at least until they're forcibly wrenched out of that world. Still, at least this one seems mostly harmless, aside from whichever poor mare got duped into dealing with him long-term.