Only Human Volume Finale Sneak Peek - Part 2 · 11:03am Sep 9th, 2013
“Couldn’t finalize a theme song in time, could you?” Synergy remarked. The middle-aged mare hand sunken into her theatre seat as she looked up at the screen, not looking directly at the mare sitting next to her.
“I’ve been informed by my producer that pilot episodes of shows don’t often have theme songs,” Lyra answered, not looking directly at Synergy. She was sporting a smile so confident that it could induce vomiting in nearby executives.
“She’s got a good one too,” Bon Bon added, who was sitting next to Lyra. Bon Bon was joining Lyra in pleasant demeanour as she too gazed up at the screen, which was now playing commercials.
“Do you think you two can wait until a later time slot for your flirting?” Synergy sighed, refusing to look either of them in the eye.
Lyra and Bon Bon quickly glanced at each other before looking back down to the floor before they could see that the other was smiling and blushing at the thought.
Is it weird to be thinking about kissing her while watching a kids show?
Lyra peaked by the corner of her eye at the cream coloured mare to her left. The pretty colours and lights from the screen where bouncing off her eyes and coat, creating a beautiful sheen around her, making her smile all the more enchanting.
And I suddenly don’t care.
Synergy rolled her eyes. “Just keep it in your metaphorical pants until—“
“Shhh!”
Synergy was startled by the sudden appearance green magical energy in the room.
Her horn ignited, Lyra had generated a partially see-through construct of a hand that her humans had. The fist was clench with index finger was raised, hovering in front of Lyra’s mouth as she shushed Synergy.
“The show’s starting again soon.”
Synergy shook her head. “It’s going to be a long show.”
“Not as long as I was expecting,” Rarity observed as she laid back onto her fainting couch. All lights in Carousel Boutique were off, not including the illumination from the T.V. “A little bit of music would have been appreciated.”
“Yeah, what you said,” agreed Sweetie Bell as she watched the commercials play out before her. “So when’s your part?” the light coloured filly asked.
Rarity busted into a fit of laughter. “Oh Sweetie Bell, the show is my part!” she exclaimed as she pointed to herself. “You’ll see my character soon, but you’ll see that the plot practically hinges on me!”
Sweetie Bell’s nervously darted left-to-right. “You mean it hinges on your character, right?”
Rarity cleared her throat. “Also yes.”
“How about no?!” Ditzy proclaimed, glaring at Vinyl.
“Come on, babe,” Vinyl cooed as she patted her lap as she sat on the couch. “It’s kind of the only way I can tip you tonight.”
Vinyl’s chuckling was interrupted by the feeling of grey hoof smacking her across the cheek at what must have been hundreds of kilometres per hour. Vinyl couldn’t see her, but her fellow writers, who were also sharing the couch, rolled their eyes and looked away, hoping to not be associated with the D.J.
“Ouch, you got a mean right hook,” Vinyl said with a smirk, looking over her purple shades at the glaring muffin mare hovering above her. “Come on, babe, I was just messing with you!”
Ditzy arched an eyebrow. “You mean you were simply jesting the idea of sleeping with me in place of paying me for my muffins.
“Also yes.”
Ditzy dropped herself to the ground, folding her wing by her side. “For future reference: that sorta thing doesn’t pay my bills.” Without another word, Ditzy trotted away, spotting two customers in the distance raising their hooves, hoping for some service.
Once she was a fair distance away, Vinyl leaned towards Short Hoof. “She wants the D.”
“Shut up, Vinyl,” Short Hoof remarked as she noticed the commercials coming to an end.
