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// Waifu Thief Flash Sentry and Private Eye Twilight Sparkle Meet for Coffee. Coffee Intensifies. 
// Story: Super Gypsy Lord Admiral Nyronus Shachza Shouldn't Write Shipfics, Volume II 
// by Nyronus 
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CHAPTER 2:
“Well, well,’ Flash grinned. “What have we here?”

“I called you here, Flash.” Twilight gave a weary grin.

“Ah, but where is the fun in not having fun?” He grinned.

“Always a charmer, Flash.” She took a solid drink of coffee.

“Heh, I try.” He had a seat. “So, why the sudden call?”

“A case,” Twilight gave a weary smile. “Always a case.”

“Heh, you never change, do you?”

“I have a job.” Twilight downed her drink and signaled the waitress.

“Always your job, eh?”

“It’s my life.”

“You know, it doesn’t have to be this way. Just because you got canned from the force-”

“You’re charming, Flash, but not that charming.” Twilight downed another cup and gave a hoof curl to the waitress.

“Fine, fine.” He leaned back and gave a happy smile. “We’ll always have Paris, won’t we?”

“Yeah.” She sounded sad.

“So, how can I help hard boiled detective Twilight Sparkle with her case?”

“Where were you Thursday night, last week?”

“This is about Sunset Shimmer, isn’t it?” Flash’s face grew sad. “I said I would do anything to help, and I meant it.”

“I know. That’s why I’m asking.” Another coffee vanished into her mouth.

“I already told you, didn’t I? I was at the party all night. You can ask Timber.”

“I recall.” Twilight downed another cup. “Thing is, I did.”

“Yeah, and?” Flash frowned slightly.

“He cracked, Flash.” She put the cup down.

Flash didn’t move.

“He  cracked, and told me everything once I tied him to the scene where she  vanished at that party. He sold you out, Flash. Sold you out for a plea  bargain...” She gave a weary, awful, smile, “...and a cup of coffee.”

Flash  had turned deathly pale under his fur. Then, in an instant, he bolted.  Silver cuffs in magenta light flew out to and pinned his wings shut and  his hooves together, causing him to skid across the diner floor.

Twilight stared into her empty coffee cup.

“Why, Twilight?” Flash shook against his bonds. “Why - didn’t we have Paris?”

“We did Flash, and I’ll always treasure that.” She polished off the last cup. “You were my first love… but Sunset Shimmer was my waifu.”