“Why, yes we are,” you mock with a smile. “We’re having a phenomenal time, aren’t we, Dashie?”
Rainbow Dash bares her teeth at you, but before she can say anything an ear-piercing screech radiates from Pinkie Pie.
“OOOOHHHH MY GOSH, I’VE GOTTA TELL EVERYPONY!”
Rainbow Dash immediately leaps from her seat and tackles Pinkie Pie to the floor. “Don’t you dare, Pinkie! We’re not dating, he’s just being a, a…” Rainbow Dash snarls back at you, a very non-family friendly word clearly on her lips. She ends up saying something else. “Doofus!”
“Ooooohhhh,” Pinkie says, seemingly enlightened. “He was just teasing you, then. Fun!” Squirming out from under Rainbow Dash, she stands at attention by the table.
You both order. When Pinkie hops back to the kitchen, Rainbow Dash leans over the table and socks you hard in the center of the chest.
You launch into a coughing fit as the pain radiates through your ribs. You rub the spot with a hoof, but the pain doesn’t seem to dull. Maybe she cracked something.
“That’s for your little joke, loverboy,” she snorts.
“I probably deserved it,” you wheeze as you look up at Rainbow Dash.
She rolls her eyes. “More like definitely deserved it. No harm done though...I guess.”
Your conversation over food was a little colder than before, no doubt due to some lingering animosity from your curiously aggressive companion, but everything is cordial and you seem to be enjoying each others’ company.
When you and Rainbow Dash finished your meal, she let out a yawn. “Pinkie’s baking always knocks me on my flank! I’m thinking a nap sounds awesome right now.” She stands up and stretches her legs out, two at a time. “You can come with, if you want. We’ll find a nice cloud somewhere and kick back.”
“Sounds good,” you say, standing up as well.
“Not so fast!” Rainbow Dash pushes you back down into the booth, the contact with your bruised barrel causing you to wince. “Since you were all over the idea of this being a date, you can pay for us both!”
Proceed to Chapter 12.