"So what are your friends like in real life, anyway?" I asked as I sat on the bench outside the fitting room in the nearest Wal-Mart. There weren’t any employees nearby, so we could freely ask each other questions about our worlds. And because of the... peculiar nature of how she got here, the privacy was well appreciated.
"Whatcha mean?" She asked from inside her fitting room. We'd found a few different shirts and pairs of blue-jeans, not to mention some underwear for her to where. Honestly? I couldn't imagine how uncomfortable it was just wearing denim.
"Well..." I gathered what would have made good enough examples, then continued. "Is Twilight and Rarity as OCD as the show makes them out? Is Spike really that head-over-heals about Rarity? Is Lyra really THAT obsessed with humans? And lastly, has anyone called out Pinkie Pie over, well, breaking reality?" Then I thought a moment, realizing the opportunity that I had. “What’s Applejack like in real life?”
I saw her arms come up as she started to pull over a long sleeve shirt. "In order?" She took a second to think, then answered. "Yes and kind'a. Hay yeah. A little bit, and no. But now, at least her breaking physics makes a lil’ bit more sense." I guess I caught her interest in the show and what the fandom is like, because that became the new topic of interest. “And as for AJ… she’s real hard workin’ and stuff, but she isn’t really much fun.” I could see her looking up, apparently thinking on what SHE should ask me. “Am I lot like they show me on the show?”
I gave that a very careful thought, then smirked. “Absolutely, although I could’ve gotten by with just the good parts.”
“Wassat supposed to mean? I’m all good!” From the looks of it so far, she was absolutely right.
I let out a chuckle, “Yeah, I’ll bet.”
Then she walked out of the dressing room, wearing a pair of relaxed fit blue jeans, a long-sleeve shirt with red, blue, and yellow stripes up and down the arms, and still wearing the superman t-shirt . "What do you think?" She didn’t really seem sure whether or not she was making the look work.
The shirt gave her seemed to work with it really well and, if I remembered right, the blue, red, and yellow of the classic "S" shield in the plane of royal blue matched perfectly the lightning bolt on her cutie mark. "You're still rockin' the shirt I gave you?" I was actually kind of touched.
"Looks cool, don't it?" It actually did.
I did my best not to stare at her, but I still had to think it… hot damn. I nodded, fully admitting to it. "You know what? It really does." It was probably as close to a cutie mark as she was going to get while she was here, so I decided to not to hassle her about it. Besides, she looked good in blue.
She smiled, then went back into the room to take off all the stuff I hadn't paid for. As we made our way to the check-out counter, we tried to keep the pony talk to a minimum. Finally, we made our way BACK to the fitting room, where she put the clothes back on, along with a bra and underwear. It was kind of an annoying extra trip, but I really didn't care. I had the day-off, so I really didn't have anything important I had to get too.
As we exited the super-center, I couldn't help but see an infectious grin of anticipation on her face. I had to ask. "What are you so happy about, Rain?" By this point, we both knew I knew what he name really was, but I actually liked the sound of calling her 'Rain'. It had a nice ring to it.
In true Rainbow Dash fashion, she was taking point as we walked through the automatic doors. She spun around to answer. "We taking your car?" The concept of a horseless carriage with speed that measured in horse power naturally came to her something of an… exciting revelation.
I think I knew where that was headed. "Yeah..."
"We taking the freeway again?" I swear, as she asked that, her smile got to Pinkie Pie proportions.
I knew that was where she was headed. "Yeah..." It seemed like, even without wings or her former speed, she was still a speed demon deep down. You should have seen her when we were driving down the free with her window rolled down. She enjoyed it about as much as you might think.
"Can I drive?"
"Haha! No!" Shot down in her prime.
"Oh c'mon, Miles!" She whined. It was actually pretty funny, having never seen Rainbow Dash actually whine in the show. Actually? It was hilarious.
"Do you know how to drive?" Time to lay down the law.
"How hard could it be?"
"Do have a driver's license?"
"What's a driver's license?"
"That thing that makes it legal for you to drive." I knew she didn’t have one, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t take “no” for an answer unless I totally explained the situation.
"No." She said all disappointed. I would have felt bad, if letting her drive wouldn't have killed somebody, that is.
"Didn't think so." Then I perked up and took the lead to my Saturn. “Now come on. There was something else I wanted to do before we went back home.”
Her face turned to curious excitement. I knew she was going to enjoy this next part of the day a whole hell of a lot. “What are you…”
“Tell me, Rain,” I turned around, serious first, then taking on a mischievous smile. “Have you ever been paint-balling before?”