It’s a beautiful Saturday morning. And, Sunset Shimmer rode into town on her motorcycle. Stopping in front of a diner, she decided to stop in for breakfast. Sunset says hello to many of her friends like Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, and Flash Sentry. As she sat down, Pinkie Pie, who works as a waitress, came over to her table.
“Morning, Sunset.” Pinkie Pie greeted as she sets down a menu. “What can I get you?”
“Start me off with a large orange juice, Pinkie.” Sunset responded.
“Coming up. I’ll be back to take your order.”
As Pinkie skated away, a tense looking woman with frizzy brown hair came in. She wore a leather jacket over a red t shirt, a leather cap, blue jeans, and black boots. Everybody looked at her and got a little worried. The woman then went over to Sunset’s table.
“Sunset Shimmer.” The woman greeted roughly. “We meet at last.”
Sunset looked at the stranger. And, got a little defensive. “Angel! What are you doing here?”
“Same reason you’re here probably. Stopped in for some breakfast.”
Pinkie Pie came back with Sunset’s orange juice when she saw the woman named Angel. “Oh, the leather clad Angel. What can I get you?”
Angel saw Sunset’s drink and made a decision. “I’ll have what she’s having.”
As the morning progressed, Sunset enjoyed a stack of pancakes while Angel eats a bacon and cheese omelet.
“Hard day in the ring?” Sunset asked.
“I have a hard day in the ring everyday.” Angel answered as she munches on a piece of toast. “Just last night, I had a hard earned victory against Amy, the Farmer’s Daughter.”
“Amy, the Farmer’s Daughter?” Sunset yelped as she sipped on her juice. “Probably had a hard time getting out of her leg scissors.”
“You said it. That girl was no doubt trained by her sister, Sally. Those Farmer’s Daughters are tougher than they appear.”
“But, you managed to defeat her. I’ll bet Aunt Kitty was proud of you.”
Angel nodded as the two girls continued to enjoy their breakfast. Later, the two girls are ready to hit the road.
“I guess this is where we part company.” Sunset said.
“That’s right.” Angel replied as she revved up her own motorcycle. “See ya, Sunset. Maybe we can go riding together someday.”
Angel then rode of as Sunset watched her leave. Good idea, Angel. I think I’ll take you on that offer.
Angel’s Hell’s Kitchen
“Waitress! Waitress!” Shouted out a customer.
Wearing her leather hat and a diner uniform, Angel approached her customer. “Yeah? What do you want?”
The customer gave an angry answer. “I wouldn’t serve this food to prisoners!”
Angel looks at him, and gives a response. “Why not? The cook used to.”
The biker waitress laughs as she slaps him on the back, and leaves.