//------------------------------// // A Tricky Introduction // Story: Equestria Wing-Girls // by BasedRainbowz //------------------------------// The girls ferry you further into a club, as you all pile around a small table. The club is laid out fairly ordinarily, with large booths lining the walls and smaller standing tables near the entrance, while the dancefloor and bar lie opposite the door, on the far end of the building. The club is lightly illuminated by the constant strobing lights, covering the surfaces for brief moments, before moving on. You snap out of your daydream and glance over to the girls, sans-Rainbow Dash, who seem to be conspiring, talking amongst themselves, only to go quiet when looking at you, then going back to talking. If their goal was to make you uncomfortable, they've nailed it. You regret not taking your dad's hip flask, you don't think a cola will prepare you for what seems to be in store. Finally, the girls remove themselves from their huddle, as Rarity approaches you. "We've agreed it's best to take it in turns to help you, Anon. We don't want to overwhelm you, do we?" Rarity giggles, as your expression does not change from its pure indifference. "Let's just get this over with." you reply, as the feeling of a hand on your shoulder makes you jump. Turning around, you're met by the grinning face of Pinkie Pie. "I'm first, Anon! I've got the perfect girl for you, follow me!" Apparently that was a command, not a suggestion, as Pinkie grabs you by the arm and drags you towards the dancefloor. You shoot a worried look to the rest of the girls, who return simple smiles, then begin talking amongst themselves. This is meant to be for your benefit, not their's. If you weren't in such a weird situation, you'd be more impressed by Pinkie's strength. For a girl who you've never seen at the gym once, she's got some power to drag you across the room as she's doing. Instead, you focus on fearing for what Pinkie has in store. She's friends with pretty much everyone in school, so this really is pot luck. But Pinkie knows you, and if she knows everyone else, she should find you someone good, right? Yeah! You continue to convince yourself as Pinkie suddenly stops dead, almost causing you to fall on your face. Pinkie stands aside, allowing you to get a good view of her pick for you. "Hey, Trixie. This is my friend, Anon. Anon, this is Trixie!" Pinkie beams, before allowing you to stare awkwardly at each other. You know Trixie. She's a pretty girl, but a bit...intense? That's one word for it. But hey, she could be nice. You give her a smile, as she returns it, albeit slightly awkwardly. Pinkie's smile eclipses both of yours, however, as she admires her work. "See, I knew you'd get on great! I'll leave you two to it." Pinkie says, covertly nudging you in the side as she walks off into the crowded dancefloor. As you look at Trixie, you notice she's looking around, anywhere at you. Maybe she's embarrassed, or even shy. Whatever the case, you should probably say something before you lose her. "So, this place is pretty busy tonight." you ask, as calm as you can be in the moment. Trixie glances at you for a moment, before continuing her scanning of the room. "The Great and Powerful Trixie agrees." she replies, not casting her eyes back at you. There's that intensity. It's clear small talk is going to get you nowhere, you might as well go for it. "I was wondering if you wanna dance or som-" your invitation is cut off by a guy you don't recognize, approaching with two drinks, as he hands one to Trixie. "Hey Trix," he begins, putting his arm around her, giving off pretty strong signals. "Who's your friend?" Trixie gives you an awkward look, before turning the new guy. "Just a friend from school. Come on, let's dance." she says, as the two move off further into the dancefloor, before they meet with a kiss. That's the last time you put your faith in Pinkie. Speaking of the devil, a tuft of unmistakable puffy hair appears out of a crowd, as Pinkie Pie makes her way towards you, confusion upon her face. "Where's Trixie, Anon? Did something go wrong? she asks, concerned. You do your best to keep your cool, but a frustrated sigh manages to find it's way from your mouth. "Well, it might have helped if you didn't set me up with someone who has a boyfriend already!" you fume, pointing out Trixie dancing very closely to the guy who interrupted you. Pinkie looks at them for a second, before turning with a look of realization. "Ohhhh, they're dating. I just thought they were just really, really, really good friends," Pinkie dwells on the thought for a second, before realizing your mood is still unchanged. "Sorry, Anon," she rubs the back of her head in embarrassment, before letting out a small laugh. "One down, I guess?" You often find it's hard to stay mad at Pinkie, as you find yourself cracking a wry smile towards the apologetic girl. "Yep, only five to go."