“Well, i am shocked; you think you better thank trixie?! Well tough luck, you can’t stop the great and powerful Trixie! I will burn all of Ponyville to the ground,” Trixie slammed her glass of 12/10 vodka on the table and collapsed to the floor.
AL just sighed, “Would you like some help, Trixie?”
Trixie popped her head onto the wooden bar, “How you know ma name?” Trixie sat for another moment before realizing, “oh , i told ya.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. You got any family or friends?” when he looked at Trixie she had a very silly look on her face; her tongue was hanging out and her hat backwards.
“I gots one,” she reached into her hat and pulled out a paper slip, “Try this!”
As Trixie started to set the slip onto the table, she started to fall back. Alex was scared of what the floor would do to her. He acted on a quick impulse and jumped over the bar’s counter, thankfully catching her. Trixie still had her idiotic look on her face and did the unthinkable...
“Can i haz another shot?”
“Sure just stay still while i make it. don’t move, at all, from this spot. ok?”
Trixie just nodded impatiently.
He walked around the counter and sat her onto the floor. She did as she was instructed and sat still. AL started to walk away and into the back section of the bar. he made sure to snatch the slip of paper. Just like every other night, he dialed up the number and waited to get yelled at. The phone was answered sooner than expected
“Hello, this is Twilight Sparkle,” she was as happy as ever.
“Um- well one of your friends or family is here and she needs you, could you please get her?”
A kid could be heard in the background, “Spike go away! Hehe sorry. Who is it?”
“Well she is blue and is calling her-”
“What! Where is she? Is she in danger?”
“Um, no, she is with me, and she is drunk.”
“What? What is her name?”
“She has been calling herself, Trix-”
The phone was hung up the last thing he could hear was the slamming of a phone to a wall.
That was the first in a while somepony hung up before him. He was now mad, “Gee well that ended well! and now i’m stuck with a drunk mare! What my luck brings me.”
AL left the back room to accommodate the drunken ball of joy. Stranger than normal, she was gone. A letter was left where she sat. It was covered in alcohol and crumbled up. it read:
dear bar tendor guy,
im sorry that i left, but i will pay you back sooon enough.
sincerily, trxiie the , eh fuck it this time.
P.S. i liked your cutie mark what dose it mean?
P.S.S. probly should have asked earlyer, but, do you have a pillow?
He pulled his back cover on more tight, trying to hide his cutie mark, “Well i guess i’ll be seeing her around. Girl sure can drank... god damn it is late.”
part two of Trixie coming soon