Meeting The Bar Buddy · 11:47pm Jan 19th, 2022
A reformed changeling stepped out of a bar at the end of his shift, looking up at the evening sky as he took another shot of cider. He swallowed and chuckled bitterly.
“Still miss you, little sister…”
Another changeling, a pink one with a pink mane tied in a braid, walked up to him. “…Hey.”
“Hm?” He turned to face her. “Hello? Do I know you?”
“Mitchell told me about you… he says you and him usually come here. You’re his bar buddy, right?”
“I am… name’s Dragonfang, by the way.”
“Thistle Thorn,” she replied. “I’m guessing you know Midnight?”
Dragonfang lowered his head. “She was my younger sister…” he said solemnly. “Can’t believe it’s been six years since that incident with the dynamite…” He took another long sip of cider.
“…Actually, what if I told you that… um… well, you see…” Thistle stuttered a little.
“Hm?”
“…Long story short, your sister is not dead.”
Thistle stood as Dragonfang suddenly spat out his cider all over the pavement.
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“…Yeah, can’t say I wasn’t expecting that.”
Oop
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“S-She’s what?!”
“I know it sounds crazy but yeah.”
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She ain’t wrong
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“How? How is it possible?”
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Um
Plot convenience?