Treblen stepped off the stage and collapsed in a booth, He had never before been having
this much fun, but had never been more wornout. Now that he was able to sit he glanced
up at the clock as he laid his head on his forelegs.
"Huh. Eleven thirty." He mumbled as he closed his eyes. "That would explain why I'm so
tired I guess, playing for roughly four hours straight and all." He yawned.
"Getting tired Treblen?" Arco asked as he sat down across from Treblen.
"No. I'm laying my head on my hooves with my eyes closed for no reason." Treblen groaned
as he sat up.
"Here, Drink some coffee." Arco replied as he passed Treblen a cup of black coffee.
"No." Treblen mumbled it pushing it away. "Sleep better then coffee." He mumbled.
"I'll give you a coffee cake." Arco said waving it in from of Treblen's face.
"Ha ha ok fine I will, but let me rest a little." Treblen sighed catching the cake as Arco got back up.
"Ok sleepy I'll let you have that much I guess." Arco said as he vanished into the now packed pub.
Treblen could only sigh as stretched his forelegs as he sat in the shadow of the booth slowly drinking
his coffee. He glanced around the pub and a smile crepted across his face. When he first came into
the Lucky Shamrock there was probably no more the ten patrons, but now that he looked around
there was close to seventy ponies, maybe more, inside and counting the ones out on the front deck
of the pub. It was quite nice to know that this was some of his doing.
"I wonder where Hymn is." He said to himself.
"Down here."
"What the.... Hymn what are you doing under the table?" Treblen asked as he peered down.
"Hiding." Hymn answered as quietly as he could.
"From who?"
"That pink party pony." He whispered.
"Who? Pinkie Pie?" Treblen asked as he shifted himself so he was sitting less awkwardly.
Hymn only nodded as he stifled a cough.
"Ok.....I don't know whether to believe you or what so im just going to head home ok." Treblen
said slowly getting out of the booth.
"Hey don't leave me here." Hymn whispered as he grabbed hold of Treblens tail.
"Hymn you have three seconds to let go of me. I'm very tired and I'm in no mood for this right now."
"I'm sorry Treb." Hymn said letting go of Treblen's maroon tail. "Its just that mare freaks me out."
He said with a shudder
"She's not even here so chill the buck out colt." Treblen said shaking his head.
"Are you sure?" Him asked as he slowly stuck his head out from under the table.
"Yeah I'm sure now get out from under there."
"Heh heh I guess I over reacted a little."
"Ya think?" Treblen replied as he slide on his saddle bags, making sure his violin was safe form
harm.
"Night Treble. See you tomorrow?" Hymn asked as he slide out from under the table.
"Of course, I don't know why you wouldn't."
"Cool see you then." Hymn called over the noise of the crowd.
Treblen made his way through the mass of pony's. Stepping over, sliding aside, and ducking when
he had to. "Boy this place is a obstacle course." Treblen thought as he ducked under a table. He
was just about to reach the door when he felt a hoof land on his shoulder and he was spun around.
"Hello Treblen." Thorn said sneering.
"Oh, hi Thorn. Find your way out of the dumpster did we." Treblen said with a small grin.
"Yeah I wonder who put me there."
"Don't look at me, I was playing."
"Yeah with my troop." Thorn shout, rage filling him.
"Oh really I would have never have guessed."
"You little buck." Thorn shout as he threw a punch at Treblen.
His hoof was only inches from Treblen's face when A frying pan slammed Thorn square in the
back of his head.
"Don't you touch my Treby you peck." Lillie protested, frying pan still in hoof.
"What are you going to do you floozy." Thorn shouted as he swung at Lillie hitting her in her chest
knocking her down.
"Poor choice of action mate." Treblen said as he moved to Lillie's side.
"Why you bucking..."
"THORN!"
"That's why mate." Treblen said as the pub fell silent.
Thorn looked around and found the patrons had stepped away, leaving a space open with Thorn
in the middle. Then the crowd parted with Lucky stepping through the gap, a war hammer lay on his
shoulder.
"Lucky I didn't.." Was all Thorn was able to squeak out as Lucky charged at him, mallet in position for
a devastating blow.
"Hold it Lucky." Treblen shouted as he blocked his path.
"Out of the way lad." Lucky ordered. "This scum has the nerve to harm my flower and I plan on making
his skull no better then a pile of green moss." He panted angerly.
"Lucky even though I would have to admit that would be entertaining I don't think that would solve
much."
"How so?" Lucky asked, hooves still tightly gripping the handle of the hammer.
"Well Lucky do you really think your pub would stand up with you in prison?" Treblen asked.
Lucky only sighed, he knew Treblen had a point.
"Fine, but do ye really expect me to let this waste of flesh go?"
"Far from it." Treblen grinned as he spun around kicking Thorn in the temple, knocking him out."I say
why don't we tie this pig up and toss him into the Everfree. Let the forest have some fun with him."
Lucky scratched his ruby beard and smiled. "Lad I like your thinking, what does every pony else think?"
He asked the crowd which responded in thunderous approval.
Treblen just watched as several ponies bond and gagged Thorn, laughing all the while. The giggling
group then hoisted Thorn up and made there way to the Everfree, singing all the way. Treblen just
shook his head as picked up his stuff and pushed open the heavy doors. The night air was crisp and
cold as he took in a deep breath.
"Well I better get started on my way home." Treblen tiredly sighed as he stepped off the pubs deck.
"I wonder if I can see that bunch from here?" He said quietly to himself as he craned his neck to see.
He began to walk farther out in to the street after making his way nearly the center of the road and
seeing nothing Treblen shrugged and turned to go home.
"Well this is going to be a long walk home." Treblen thought to himself as he began to sleepily trot
down the street.
Treblen meandered down the street swaying a little, the night air not having the waking effect he
hopped it would have. He began to dose off as he rounded his way around Sugarcube Corner.
"Ugh. I need to get something to keep me awake long enough to get home. There's no way I'm going
to sleep on the streets or in an alley." He mumbled, trying to shake the sleepiness out of his head.
But as he came upon the Ponyville cafe sound of somepony sobbing made his ear's perk up. Treblen
began to trot a little faster as the sobs became louder. He was reaching the cafe when his drowsiness
got the better of him blurring his vision causing him to bump into something. Treblen laid there on his
flank rubbing his head.
"Ooooo. What did I run in to?" His spinning mind questioned.
Treblen's head was throbbing but he was awake now he thought as he rose from the ground and he saw
what or rather who he had ran into. Her smoke gray coat was moist around her soft eyes. Her ash black
mane lay a little disheavily due with the collisions.
"I'm sorry miss. Are you all right?" He asked as he helped her off the ground.
"I've been better." She sighed, Wiping a tear out of her eye.
"May I asked what's wrong?"
She looked at him for a moment and let out another sigh and sat down on one of the cafe's benches.
Treblen sat down next to her and quietly waited for her to begin speaking.
"It's just that...." She began slowly. " Me and my roommate haven't been on the greatest terms lately
and....we had a argument earlier.....I said some harsh words to her and now I'm regretting ever
saying anything."
"Did you apologize to her?"
"No. I'm.....afraid of what she'll say to me." She sobbed, tears coming to her puffy eyes.
"May I ask your name?"
".....It's Octavia."
"Well Octavia you should try apologizing to her." Treblen said as he looked off into the night.
"But what if she doesn't what to speak to me?"
"You won't know until you try."
"I can't, I don't..."
"Octavia." Treblen said sternly, getting her attention. "I don't know a lot about you but I don't
believe you carry yourself this lowly, would I be right?" He asked, treading carefully.
She shook her head slowly, looking back at him with soft violet eyes.
"So I don't believe dragging yourself through the mud is going to help you. Please go talk to
her. She's probably feeling the same way you are right now and is just as upset, she will want
to fix this as much as you do."
They sat there for a while in silence. Treblen felt himself starting to shuffle in his seat, maybe
he had said something wrong.
"But what if I can't?" She asked breaking the silence.
"Don't force yourself to talk to her, just tell her that your sorry."
She let out a sigh and turned her muzzle away from him, think about his words. "Thank you."
Octavia sighed softly.
"Your welcome." Treblen said with a smile. "But could we go inside? I bet you are most likely
as cold as I am." He said with a shudder.
Octavia giggled and nodded, It was rather cold out tonight.
They both rose from the bench and made there way into the Ponyville cafe. Treblen held the door
as Octavia stepped through and made her way to one of the tables. Treblen followed suit and sat
across from her, setting his saddle bags under his chair.
"Would you like anything to drink Octavia?" Treblen asked looking over toward the counter.
"Just some coffee." She answered as Treblen got back up and made his way to the cafe's counter.
"Well this is going well." He thought to himself as he ordered two coffees. "Maybe if we stay in here
a little longer her roommate will find us, not that I'm finding her a nuisance." He thought with a
mental shrug.
"Here's your coffee sir." The colt interjected breaking Treblen's train of thought.
"Thank you." Treblen said picking up the tray, noticing a few pastries in a basket.
"Octavia I don't mean to prod but may I ask what you and your roommate were arguing about?"
Treblen asked as he reached the table and handed Octavia her coffee.
"Well its was the usual argument we have I guess." She said with a sigh.
"Which is?"
"Huff. Well she's a DJ and make's "music" with noise's. I've been composing a new piece of
music and I left it out a little while ago. Today I found her messing around and found out
she took my work an added creeps or wub's or whatever and now she has a music deal because
of my sonata." She finished, her appearance was calm but her eyes burn with anger.
"What do you play Octavia?" Treblen asked quickly trying to change the subject.
"I compose for and play the cello." She answered taking a sip of her coffee. "Do you play
anything.... You know I have been very rude I haven't even asked you your name." Octavia
said, a little red coming across her muzzle.
"It's fine Octavia." Treblen said with a warm smile. "It's Treblen and I do play."
"May I ask what Treblen?"
"Mostly piano but I am a violinist ." He said calmly sweating bullets on the inside. He didn't
believe she would buy his story.