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// Trixie part 2 
// Story: Ponyville Files: The Lost Ponies 
// by octavia1997 
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	Trixie woke up in a very creepy place, purple and white everywhere.  In front of her was a white, angry mare staring her down.  Trixie stared back and tried to get of the bed, but it was calling her name.  Trixie resisted the urge to lay on the soft bed and rolled off the edge.

The white mare started to speak, “Trixie deary, if you would be so kind, as to leave, and stop dranking.  Or at the least stop drinking.  Please?”
Trixie got onto her hooves and started to walk to the door, she hit the post with her horn.  With one swing of the door, a pool of sunshine entered the dimly lit room.  Trixie fixed her hat and walked out the door; slamming it behind her abruptly.





After an hour of walking aimlessly she made it to her new home.  A bit plain, not too dull.  Being new to Ponyville was not as cracked up as everypony made it seem.  Who would have known having a night job and a house would be so hard.  Trixie sighed knowing her shift would be coming up in a couple of hours.  Trixie walked into her cottage and plopped down infront of the window, looking at her untamed jungle of grass.  She just sat and stared at the life in it.





Late evening had struck once more and like all other nights, she would have to deal with them again.  The first minutes of work and first customer; always the worst.



Trixie walked up to her first table of the day. A couple, no older then herself.  Trixie cleared her throat and began, “Welcome to Luna’s garden, how may serve you?”
The mare had a sparkling head dress, although she looked beautiful, her voice was like a nail on a chalk board, “Chilled Moon margarita, and a salad.”
The young gentleman wore a top hat, a red ribbon tied around the base, “Just a salad would be fine.”
“Ok anything else for you?” Trixie wanted to keep her job.
“Ya, and an apple!”
“I'm sorry, but we don’t serve apples here.”
The mare slammed her hooves on the table and started to yell “What the hell?!  What place sells salad and not apples?!  Get my some fucking apples or I will tell the manager about you.”
Trixie just stared, trying to keep calm as usual “I am telling you the truth, we don’t serve apples.  Can I get you anything else on the-” the mare flipped the table.
“You, can get me my fucking apples, you stupid bitch.”  She was making a mess of the place.

Trixie righted the table via hooves; magic and wings were not allowed for the workers, discrimination or something.  Sighing softly, Trixie said “I’ll see what I can do.”  Trixie walked to the back of the kitchen and turned in the order slip.  Shortly after walked to Luna’s office and called through the door to see her.  Luna declined, and the sobbing sound continued once more.

“Ok, I'll speak with you later on if you would like.” As soon as Trixie started to walk away, the door opened.
Luna was generally sad “What is it this time?”
“Same as always, people wanting food that's not on the order list.  Should I?”
Luna nodded her head and retreated into the office.





About three minutes passed before the salad was ready; Her margarita would have to wait.  As with every other night Trixie brought the plates out and placed them onto the table.  Normaly they would be pleased and stop complaining, but not tonight.
“Yo, blue chick, where's the margarita?”  she was as polite as ever.
Trixie sighed, she didn’t want to have to do it once more “I am going to have to see that yo-” Trixie got hit in the face with a burned ID.
“Now go get the fucking drink and get the fuck out of he-,” Trixie snapped, backhooving her to the floor, her face now stained in red and pain.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?  I have a name, now get the hell out of here!”
The girl was down, but persistent “Make me bitc-” Trixie struck her once more, even harder than before. She rolled into another couples table.
Trixie proceeded to pull off her hat and use her magic.  She took the pathetic earth pony by the mane and tossed her outside.  She walked back to the man that she had sat with and said in the kindest voice ever, “I like your hat.  Oh and that will be 6 bits, please.”
“Certainly,” he pulled out 50 bits “And this is for the damages, and what may be left is your's.”  he smiled and started to make his way out.
Trixie stopped him and walked up to his side, “Are you sure about this?  The most damage she caused was only 10 bits worth.  I ca-” he pushed his hoof to her chin.
And in the sweetest voice she had ever heard in all her live, he said “Welcome to Ponyville, dear.”
She smiled some “Thank you, have a nice night.”  Trixie donned her hat once more and reentered the dining area, apologizing to everypony.

Trixie thought to herself What a nice man, I wish everypony was like that.
She continued to work with a real smile, and true happiness, even skipping the bar after work.  Wondering who that stallion was.  She shrugged and continued life as it was, just wonderful.