Sunset's Isekai Bar
By Wanderer D
The young woman turned and blinked, looking at Sunset up and down. "I'm sorry darling, do I know you?"
"Uh… it's me? Sunset Shimmer?" Sunset replied, smiling uncertainly. "You didn't get your memory stolen again, did you?"
Rarity's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh my. I-I'm sorry, I forgot I—this might seem strange to you... miss Shimmer, was it? But… I was trying to be in a place where I didn't exist. Clearly, I failed, so if you'll excuse me—"
Sunset moved forward, placing her hand gently on Rarity's shoulder. "Hey, wait… so, you're from another world? Me too. Rarity from this world is my friend." She smiled gently, taking in the familiar image of her friend, and how she looked overstressed. "So, how about we talk? You look like you could use a friend right now."
Rarity's smile waned. "Do I look that bad?" She sighed. "Very well, darling, lead the way. Someplace where they serve straight shots would do wonders for me." She hesitated. "Just… someplace where other… friends might not show up, please."
Sunset smirked. "Before I became a good girl, I knew all the dives, and plenty of them with the privacy you want. But I don't think we need that… I happen to have a well-stocked bar at home and everyone else I know is too young to drink."
"...so, he wouldn't take no for an answer," Rarity said, taking a sip of her martini, and humming in appreciation at the taste. "I tried to be gentle… it wasn't one thing he had done, you know? Just… many little things that sprung up like red flags in my mind and I had foolishly ignored."
"I take it he didn't appreciate that?" Sunset asked gently.
Rarity shook her head. "He insisted. He chased me around, called me after we have broken up, stalked me online, threatened people close to me with blackmail… he did everything that validated every worry I had developed during our short relationship. It's been two years now, and he still talks trash about me." She sighed. "I just hope he eventually gets over it. It gets tiring in its pettiness."
"Wow," Sunset said, her Manhattan clasped in her hands. "That's insane. I never expected Spike—"
"To be fair, darling, the multiverse has all sorts," Rarity interrupted. "You think you know a dragon and you give him a chance…" She shrugged. "I'm sure that the Spike you know is a true gentle-drake. Circumstances are always different out there, in the multiverse."
Sunset chuckled. "I suppose that's true. I can't see the Spike from either world being that much of an ass. But you still should report him to the police."
Rarity smiled. "Oh, I have."
Both girls chuckled, relaxing into the sofa.
"I must say, darling, you are a wonderful mixologist. Have you ever considered setting up a bar?"
Sunset blinked. "Who? Me? N-no." She cleared her throat. "It was just one of the jobs I got here while I was trying to work things out. It went well for a while, but the owner found out I was in highschool and kicked me out."
"His loss." Rarity chuckled. "And you should. Not only do you have a distinct knack to make people talk, but you also have real skills to make delicious cocktails. I, for one, would return to such an establishment," she said, winking at Sunset.
Sunset blushed. "Do you really think so? I really haven't given too much thought to what to do with my free time."
"Darling, I know so," Rarity replied, fanning her face and rolling her eyes. "You would not believe how many multiverse versions of us exist… well, you might believe it, but you wouldn't be able to count it. Why, there's a bunch of Sweetie Belles running around the multiverse."
"That… can't be good."
"It really depends who you ask," Rarity said, shrugging. "But even the older ones of the group need to relax from time to time, don't you think?"
"Huh." She shook her head. "I wouldn't even know where to start…"
"But I do." Rarity finished her martini and stood. "Darling, it has been a pleasure. If you ever need some help setting up a bar, do give me a call and I will gladly help you set it up, here's my card."
Sunset blinked and looked down at the silvery, almost translucent business card. "How do I even—?"
"Ah, different tech levels, of course… just touch here…" Rarity said, demonstrating the procedure. "If you ever feel ready to tap into the multiverse, let me know, I'll be delighted to help."
Sunset licked her lips, watching Rarity sway her way towards the door. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was her curiosity… or maybe it was the challenge. Or the alcohol. Or all of it. But, was she really going to let this one go?
It was probably the alcohol.
"H-hey," she said, just as Rarity pulled out a device out of her purse. "You know, I think I might like to tap that."
"Well," she cleared her throat, "Sunset, I'm honored, but we just met and as I said earlier, I just came from a very toxic relationship—"
"No, nono…" Sunset stammered, feeling her face blush. "The multiverse. I mean. The bar. I think… I think I'd like to do that."
Rarity smiled, eyes glinting. "Oh darling, I know just the man to help us."