I woke up, with a nice Saturday morning ahead of me. Celestia felt like making the sun shine quite brightly as eight in the morning, and as I got up, I noticed Lyra about to leave. There was a note on the door, supposedly in case I woke up and wondered where she was. I approached her tiredly. "Hey Lyra. How are you today? Did you have a nice night?" I asked.
She glanced at me and turned her face away quickly. Not so quickly however, that I didn't notice a bruise on her cheek and a scratch just under her horn. "I-it was fine. I got your note. Next time you should look for parchment, leaves are hard to read." She giggled slightly.
I turned her face towards me with my front-left hoof. "What happened?" I inquired, motioning to the injuries on her head. It looked like she had put on makeup to try and conceal them, but hurriedly washed it off, realizing it wouldn't help. I could see patches of her face where she didn't quite wash enough.
She sighed. "I-I fell down some stairs... Tall... Brown stairs..." She said.
I knew just what she meant. I wasn't about to leave that alone. '(I met your marefriend, by the way. She's a sweet mare... It's a shame she's stuck with you. Of course, I don't think it'll last too long.~)' I looked at her. "Harriet... I'll fucking kick her-!" I said, as Lyra stopped me mid sentence with her hoof up to my mouth.
"Glass, you don't have to do anything. I mean... Please don't do anything for me. I can't afford to stay attached to you, and if you helped me, it would only fuel my emotions... You want Bon-bon.... I should just accept that." She sighed, and I understood, though I didn't agree.
'She's just giving up?... I don't want her to keep chasing me... But I can't let my friend give up on what she wants. Especially if it's even the slightest bit possible that she might get it.' I looked at her dead in the face. "You shouldn't give up on anything ever, Lyra. You can't afford to do that in a place this happy." I said, with a dead serious look on my face.
She smiled weakly. "Thanks Glass. I have a gig to get to today. I'll be back later. I'm not sure when later. Remember, in case you go somewhere and don't come back till Sunday night, you have to go see Hard Hat on Monday. It's gonna be your first day." She smiled and ran out the door before I could say ''Goodbye''.
I closed the door behind her, and read the note, which basically said the gist of what Lyra had just told me. I looked around, unsure of what to do. I decided to see if there was a bar with a radio so I could listen to the hoofball game. I walked out, and lo and behold, the first pony I saw was Bon-bon. I walked over to her. A smile as wide as a mile, grew across my face she was standing out there, with a sign that said "Good luck Lyra!" I chuckled.
"You just missed her." I said, as I adressed the sign that she held on a string around her neck.
She giggled at me. "Oh darn! Today was a big thing for her! She's going to play the lyre with so many listeners!" She said as she smiled.
I smiled back, hoping to be able to clear things up with her before too long. "So, how are you?"
She grimaced slightly." I'd be better if you had said Goodbye a few days ago instead of just leaving." She said. I felt kinda guilty for leaving on her like that, I had jumped to a pretty harsh conclusion on that morning, something which later proved to be a slightly less harsh truth. The pony in the shower was simply her roommate, Harriet. This, however was proving almost as troublesome, if no more so.
I looked at her. "Sorry, I was a little hasty... I thought you had somepony else over for the night. Though... I can tell that wasn't the case now." I said.
She looked back at me quizzically. "What do you mean by that?" She asked, as if she didn't know I'd been to her home the day before.
"Did Harriet not tell you that I was over last night? I guess she wouldn't've. You know she attacked Lyra?" I said with an odd mixture of emotions.
"What?! I thought she got into a fight with the mare who sells overpriced tomatoes!" She seemed genuinely shocked. She must've been under the impression that Harriet was a nice mare. The same way Rarity was.
I looked into her beautiful eyes, and glared into them. "Bon-bon. Harriet is not I repeat NOT to be trusted! She's from Fillydelphia, and she is my ex. She will do anything in her power to hurt me and those I care about, and I don't want you getting caught up in this. And while I'm on the subject of assumptions, Lyra and I aren't an item. We're just friends, and that's all. And while I'm at it, wouldyouliketogooutforadrinkwithme?!" I breathed heavily, panting as though I had run a marathon of words. I spoke that last bit so quickly, I couldn't distinguish one word from another.
Bon-bon looked overwhelmed. "G-Glass! I-I think I'll take you up on that drink really quick. We can keep talking about it when we're somewhere less hot." She said. I too was noticing that Celestia might've been trying too hard today.
"Where's the nearest bar?" I asked.
She told me the address of a bar called The Cider Workshop. I smiled and teleported us there in an instant. I was getting a lot better at that. Bon-bon looked at me, with wide, beautiful, blue eyes. "W-where did you learn how to do that, Glass?"
Mildly tired, I took a deep breath. "I learned it from Twilight. I can only do it a few times a day." I walked over to the counter, and ordered two drinks. The bar tender looked at me, and then down at what seemed to be a piece of photopaper. He nodded and a few moments later he gave me a very familiar mixture. The burgundy turquoise mixture haunted me a bit, and I rejected the drink, instead asking for a gin and tonic. I shivered 'How much control does Remy have over the liquor industry?' I looked down at the paper, and sure enough, it was a picture of me.
Bon-bon and I sat down with our new drinks in hoof, and talked about things for a bit. Ourselves, our troubles, our wants, our philosophy, and our plans about what happens to Harriet.
We talked for about an hour before the bartender turned on the radio. And the shabby bar, with only two customer in it, lit up with a familiar voice.
The sound of strings was accompanied by a song. A song by a mare, around my age. She had a soft, elegant voice. It flowed like water, through the room. Lyra's face lit up at the sound of it. "She's on!" She said.
I listened to what I now knew was Lyra's voice. I noticed the bartender lock the door. 'He wants to make sure that nopony disturbs the music... does he have some kind of attachement to Lyra? Or is he just a fan? And Lyra didn't mention the radio.'
The sound flowed around us. But the lyrics punctured my chest with guilt.
I know that I should stop it, but I can't help myself.
I just have to tell you I love you.
And I know that you don't feel that way, put me on the shelf
And it hurts that I can't even touch you.
But it's not like I don't even un-der-stand.
I know she's great, and she deserves your plan.
But You're playing, with my heart...
I know, you wanna try parts...
But the more chances I get. The more things you have to regret.
and the more I get attached,
the worse off I end in fact.
Why should I even bother, when you only love the other,
And the other must deserve you more.
Why should I even try, it'll only make me cry.
And upon my heart it leaves a sore
I know that I should stop it, but I can't help myself.
I just have to tell you I love you.
And I know that you don't feel that way, put me on the shelf
And it hurts that I can't even touch you.
But it's not like I don't even un-der-stand.
I know she's great, and she deserves your plan.
And it's messing with my head.
I want you but I'll end up dead...
If you give me a chance again, if we were to dance and then
it'd be another reason to cry.
And I think we should just let this thing lie...
Why should I even bother, when you only love the other,
And the other must deserve you more.
Why should I even try, it'll only make me cry.
And upon my heart it leaves a sore...
The song ended... I turned to Bon-bon, to see an expression of guilt and pity on her face. It was like looking into a mirror. She looked at me. "I-I'm not sure if I should go... or just help her out later... I don't want to leave right now. I want to stay, you have no idea how much I wanna stay... but it's obvious that my best friend is hurting, and that we're the reason."
I nodded. "Go. Find the studio, and support her. I'm not going to hurt the first friend I made. Not even if you mean a lot to me. Just make sure you give Harriet a hard time when you get home, okay?"
She smiled and nodded as she got up and left the bar. It was at this point, I looked around the bar. It was all wooden, everything except the coushins on the seats. It was a really shabby place, and I ordered more to drink. I knew in my mind, that drinking helped nothing... but what else was there? I wasn't going back outside. Not while the streets were crowded by Saturday ponies.
I ordered the drink I had earlier rejected, and drank it all in one gulp. If sharing that drink was enough to get me drunk, this was certainly enough to get me beyond that.
The door opened, and a pony walked in. I couldn't notice much other than a blur of Cyan and some other colors through my alcohol-blinded eyes. The figure walked towards me, and poked me with a hoof.
"Glass? Is that you?" Said a familiar tomboyish voice.
I looked up at the figure. "Oh hai Dash." I said. The drunkness in my voice was quite obvious.
She picked me up and walked outside, saying things that I couldn't hear do to my impaired senses. 'My goodness... Bon-bon today... And the singing... How Beautiful.'