//------------------------------// // Chapter 2-I had my good eye on ye the whole time! // Story: Trixies of the Trade // by StarkyShy //------------------------------// “...Really?...The bar? T-this is honestly the best thing you could think of?” You asked, with a voice so monotone, it made movie actor Ben Stalline sound like the most vivacious actor in the world. “Hey, you drink enough alcohol and eventually, you won’t even remember your own home phone number.” Your best friend pointed out. “...We don’t even have phones...” You muttered to yourself as the both of you cantered over to the bar stools. You took the time to look around the place, The Black Moon Bar was...okay, for lack of a better word. Despite this place being in your town as long as you can remember, you didn’t go to the place too often. The bar was pretty clean, no giant stains, projectile vomit, or things that would make you projectile vomit. You took in a deep breath, and the multiple fumes of several alcohol beverages overwhelmed your nostrils so much, they made you dizzy. You shook your head, the scents were almost enough to give you a headache. You turned your head to your friend, who was already ordering what you assumed was copious amounts of beer. The bartender turned his head to you. You would’ve ordered some light beer, but considering the nature of your friend, the more sober you were, the better it would be for the both of you. “I’ll just have water.” You sighed. In less than a few seconds, the glasses were in front of you both. You grabbed it with your front fetlocks and began drinking, the liquid moisturizing your lips and throat. “Ya know, I took you here so YOU could get drunk and forget.” Your friend explained. “Yeah, but knowing you, I’m going to have to carry your passed out body home in about...1 hour.” You growled. “Just try to relax, at least...If it makes you feel better, you can gawk at her tomorrow.” ...Your buddy did have a point. You set your glass down, taking in the atmosphere. Over the conversations of the other customers, you could hear the music blaring. It was that band your brother liked, Green Hay. Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything All at once? I am one of those Melodramatic foals. Neurotic to the bone No doubt about it. Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Am I just stoned? ...It’s not half bad, actually. While you were silently remembering the day, you stared at your probably already drunk pal, still ordering more drinks. For his sake, I hope he still has money... You let your sight move over to the door for no particular reason. Gazing at the customers entering and exiting. You know, maybe I do need to take my mind of her... And who just happened to walk through that door at that moment? Oh for f- The mare you went ‘pomf’ for walked through the door, only without a wizard hat or cape. You noticed her body was slightly covered in sweat. Your friend would think of an explanation as to why, but I don’t want this story going in that direction, so his mind is clean. Your gaze lazily followed her to where she was going to sit, and out of all the places to pick in the entire bar, she happened to pick...right next to you. ...Ohmygoodness... For some reason, your heart started beating faster in your body. Why? Why did you always feel so different when you were near her? You were about to run away in absolute fear, until she started to talk to you. “Do you come here often?” Why is she here? You began to panic. You couldn’t think of something to say. You just let your mouth out and let words go out on their own. “Huh? Me? Yeah. I’ve been here tons of times.” You lied. The showmare smiled, “Well, can you recommend a drink for The Great and Powerful Trixie?” Oh, I could hear her say her name over and over again... “Well, the Blue Moon is pretty good...” You guessed. “If you say so...Bartender! The Great and Powerful Trixie demands a drink!” Heh, I could speak to her all day. “So, I really liked your show earlier today.” Really liked it... You mentally cringed at the image of you... popping a wingie earlier. “Well, The Great and Powerful Trixie gets that a lot.” she bragged, taking a sip from her drink. “Hey, have you ever considered having a permanent assistant for your shows?” you asked out of the blue. “Trixie has, as Trixie would really like one, but Trixie has had most of them quit. Saying such rude things like Trixie being ‘arrogant’, or ‘uncouth’, or ‘disgraceful’!” You nodded your head as she spoke. You’ve learned through others that whenever a mare talks, you just smile, and nod your head. “Well, what about me?” Your voice had a slight sign of hope in it. You saw the unicorn put a hoof to her chin for a while. After a while, she finally speaks. “Alright, come meet me at the trailer at 7 AM Sharp tomorrow. I’ll be expecting you to be there, new assistant.” She said with a grin. Mentally, you were throwing a party. Physically, you nodded and went back to your drink. How could things get any better? “...Say, weren’t you the one whose wings were...” The mare started. Oh, profanity. “Uhh...well...I...” You stalled as you hoped for a miracle to happen. Suddenly, a familiar voice started saying your name. “‘’Ey, you ever think, that one day... these little like, blobby things will just come to town and eat everything we have? And their weakness is something totally stupid like, polka music?” It was your friend in a drunken stupor. Sweet baby Celestia what a lucky break. “...Well, I, uh...better get him home before he hurts himself. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You nervously laughed. Paying the bartender for the drinks, you grabbed your friend and bailed. As you walked back to his house, friend on your back, you could hear your friend chuckle. You look up to him quizzically. He says only one sentence on your back, in a surprisingly sober demeanor, “You totally owe me for this.” If he wasn’t your best friend, you’d kill him.