You turn around, suppressing a groan, to be faced by Fluttershy, a typical nervous look upon her face. She stares at you, readying her sentence.
"I saw how things went with Rarity just now, I'm sorry that happened," she begins, her soft tone barely detectable above the pulsating music of the venue. "But I know someone who'll really like you. Follow me," Fluttershy perks up, before defaulting to her usual meek persona. "Um, if you want to, that is." You face an internal battle in your mind. You're striking nought for two currently, and you could do with a break. But Fluttershy is probably the person you'd trust the most right now. If someone is a friend of Fluttershy, you can count on them being nice. You don't really have much to lose at this point. You return a light smile to her.
"Sure, Flutters, take me to her." With that, Fluttershy perks up once again, taking your hand and leading you towards one of the booths lining the edges of the club. Like Pinkie, Fluttershy can be surprisingly forceful when she wants, not what you expected at all.
You eventually arrive at a booth, with Fluttershy taking a seat in the middle. You can't quite make out your new match, the strobing lights currently illuminating a different part of the club. Something smells weird over here, though. You follow Fluttershy's lead and take a seat in the booth, opposite of the girl Fluttershy has set you up with. You look across, seeing who she has set you up wi-
"Oh."
Thankfully, your reaction wasn't heard by either girl. There aren't two girls opposite you, although she certainly makes up for the lack of another one. You never considered yourself a superficial person, but you have your limits, and what sits opposite you goes above and beyond those. The girl almost takes up the entire side of the booth, slouched back against the leather. You can hear her nasally breathing across the distance of the table, and make out the many red spots around her face. You also confirm the source of the smell, a foul sweat odor emanating from the girl's side of the booth.
"Anon, this is Daisy Meadows. Daisy, this is Anon." Fluttershy proudly announces, as a smile crosses Daisy's face, showing her discouloured teeth. You can only imagine the name is a cruel piece of irony.
"Nice to meet you!" you respond, almost on autopilot, before knocking Fluttershy in the side, gaining her attention. You stare daggers at her from the corner of your eye. "Fluttershy...What. The. Hell!?" you whisper, being careful not to offend. You see Fluttershy fidget slightly, before shyly responding.
"I know...I know...but Daisy is a lovely girl. And I thought with you really wanting a date, this could work!" You sigh, keeping your voice low to ensure you're not heard.
"I'm sure she is lovely to talk to, but I'm sorry, she's...just not my type." you whisper, as Fluttershy looks a bit more determined.
"Could you just give it a try?" she pleads. She's really not letting this go, is she? Time to be a bit more direct.
"C'mon, Fluttershy, she smells like she hasn't washed in weeks!" you whisper as ferociously as possible. Fluttershy just looks at you, disapprovingly.
"That's rude, Anon." she says, bluntly. Is Fluttershy just immune to smell or something? She's giving you no outs here. Fluttershy starts talking to Daisy, as you look around the room, desperate for a lifeline. As if by fate, you notice a friend of yours, Normal Norman pass in front of the booth. You waste no time in getting his attention.
"Hey, Norman! Good to see you!" Norman quickly turns towards you, as you spring up to greet him.
"Hey Anon, what're you doing here?" he quizzes. You respond with a roll of your eyes.
"It's a long story, trust me," you begin, before stepping aside from the booth. "The girls have been trying to get me a date, I just got off the back of one. Let's just say she wasn't for me..." you trail off, before focusing your attention on Norman. "But I think you'd love her! She's just in that booth over there, go and say hi!" you quickly say, ushering Norman towards the booth. Norman acts surprised at first, but returns a smile.
"Wow, setting me up with someone this quickly, you're a real bro, Anon!" he quips, as you return the fakest smile you've ever pulled. As Norman takes a seat at the booth, you quickly disappear into the first crowd of people you can find. You owe him for that one, but you'll deal with that later.
After the initial adrenaline of escaping the situation dies, you feel like having some time alone. The girls are going to kill you at this rate. Looking around the club, you spot an illuminated sign for the toilets. Perfect, the girls can't get you in the men's, you can just hide there for a bit and wait until they get bored of looking for you.
You sneak towards the light, looking around constantly, checking for any signs of the girls. Thankfully, the coast seems clear. You sneak ever closer, until the door is just a few meters in front. You make a dash for it, but in your haste, end up colliding with someone.
"Ow! Watch where you're going, you b-" a familiar voice complains, before shifting to a calmer tone. "Oh hi, Anon! I was just looking for you!" The unmistakable voice of Sunset Shimmer causes your heart to drop. You look at her, only to be greeted by an enthusiastic smile. You think you know what's coming next.
"I saw what happened with the other girls, and they're going about this all wrong," Sunset quips, gazing around the club, before focusing back at you. "They clearly don't know the type of person you actually want, but I do. C'mon, I'll take you to them." You must admit, the other girls only seem to put you with someone who they think is right. They never asked you for your opinion, but it seems Sunset might actually care about what you want. But still, you'd rather have some idea about who you're going to see.
"You know what, tell me a bit about them. I want to know what I'm getting into this time."