After Patel and the rest of Silver Team left for supplies, the others that were assigned jobs went and did them. Rivs and Sticky were in charge of entertainment. Most of the time, they debated about sports and famous athletes, a notable topic being LeBrony, how terrible he is, and the fact that he doesn’t deserve his championship or any future titles. Also, they played full-hallway basketball. Jeb, along with most of the females in the group, were in charge of cooking. Spike, Sticky, and Rivs made fun of Jeb the whole time and told him that he was really lame. Fluffy was their official "South Beach' translator if other 'South Beachean' speaking residents came up to their floor and asked them for stuff. Spike was basically a fetch dog and was ordered to take items from the hotel lobby and cafeteria and sneak back up. Finally, Poncho, who had the worst job of them all, was ordered by Clyde to stay at the bottom of the stairwell and make sure no zombies came up. He was the first line of defense.
“This is stupid,” Poncho complained to himself looking out towards the lobby. Hotel personnel were suited for and holding down the front door. Poncho could see a bunch of zombies occasionally run at the doors, but gave up after being unsuccessful. “I don’t even need to be here. The hotel ponies have this john locked down.” He sighed and sat down on the step.
After an undetermined amount of time, Spike came running down the stairs. He noticed the disheartened Poncho sitting on the step. “Hey man, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m just sitting here because I’m forced to. What are you doing down here?” Poncho looked past him and saw the sun getting close to the horizon. Patel and the others have been out for nearly the whole day now.
“They want me to get something from the kitchen in the cafeteria. We’re about to have a meal.”
Poncho looked at him in anger. “And you never came down here to get me?”
Spike flinched back. “We were busy. We’ve been having fun up there all day. I never realized how fun basketball is when you play in a hotel hallway and you have Rivs and Sticky on different teams.”
Hearing this made Poncho stand up. “Shit. I’m sorry man, I shoulda got you.” Poncho never heard him as he began running up the stairs. It took him no time at all to reach the floor where they all were on.
“Ey! Poncho, where ya been?” Poncho ignored him and continued past him. “Sheeit...,” said Tyrone as Poncho strode on.
Poncho walked down the barren hallway to the far door on the right. He went to knock, but stopped, and forced it open. Clyde was laying on the bed, watching a pre-season football game. He looked at Poncho and spoke up. “Hey Poncho. Good timing. We’re about to have dinner and I was about to call for you.”
Poncho stared at him. The past few minutes had him building up rage. Unable to contain in anymore, he unleashed it. “Fuck you.”
Clyde sat up. “Woah. What the hell man?”
“Shut up. You weren’t going to get me. You were all going to ignore me while you all continued to enjoy yourselves up here.”
Before Clyde could answer, Rarity walked into the room. “Jeb and Twilight says the food will be ready soon.” She noticed Poncho also in the room. “You went and got him?”
“No. He didn’t. He only gave me the worst task in the whole group just so you all could enjoy time without me.”
“Poncho. You didn’t get the worst job.” Clyde got up and turned off the television.
“Oh really?” Poncho turned to Rarity. “What did you have to do today?” Rarity looked at him confused and sad. She shook her head. “Huh? What’s that?”
“Nothing,” said Clyde, “she didn’t have to do anything. She didn’t want to do anything so I didn’t force her to.”
“Wow. Let me guess, you didn’t do anything either?”
“To be completely frank with you, I layed on that bed over there most of the time.”
Poncho paced in a short circle furiously. “You’re telling me, I sat down there for nearly a whole day for no reason while you two did the same thing up here.”
“If you put it that way, it sounds like we did the same thing, except I played Rivs in 1v1 hallway basketball.”
Poncho laughed. “See Clyde-”
“We were going to get you...” restated Rarity softly.
“Shut up bitch, I’m trying to talk!” Rarity fell silent and looked away, with tears in her eyes.
Clyde stood up and faced Poncho. He sized him up and stared at him. “Don’t bring her into it. If you have a problem with me, then say it.”
Poncho accepted the stare. “I would but your b-” Clyde drove him past the door, into the hallway, and into the door of the room in front of Cannon, Rarity, and his. Before Clyde could throw a punch, Poncho kicked him off and began to run down the hallway. Clyde chased him and tackled him. The sudden noise of the tackle and a Rarity scream brought Tyrone and Rivs to rush towards the fight and pull them apart. As Tyrone pulled Clyde off of Poncho, Poncho swung and hit him square on the left side of his face. Clyde, who spat out blood on Poncho, broke free and rushed back towards the still fallen Poncho. Tyrone caught up to him and grabbed him from behind from the neck and began a submissive hold on him. By this time, everyone was looking in the hallway to see what the ruckus was. Rivs helped up Poncho while Tyrone let go of Clyde as he fell to the floor, gasping for breath.
“I’m done...,” said Clyde slowly getting up. “I’m not dealing with you anymore.” He slowly walked past everyone and headed for the stairs. He stopped in front of Poncho and spat blood at his feet. Poncho quickly turned away, as Rivs was holding him back to not start anything again. Everyone returned back to their rooms and Poncho was escorted to his to calm down. Tyrone returned back at his station near the elevator and stairwell. Clyde made his way there as well.
“Where you go’n?” asked Tyrone as Clyde was at the stairwell.
“Not here, or anywhere near him.” Clyde turned around to say something, but was stopped by Rarity who ran up to him.
“I’m going with you,” she said still with tears in her eyes.
“It would be safer for you to stay here with your friends rather than go with me. I don’t know exactly where I’ll be. It’s South Beach.”
Rarity looked at him sadly again. “I don’t want to stay here with them. I want to be with you, Clyde.” Clyde was inclined to tell her no, but he saw the determination in her gloomy eyes and he knew she would just find him anyway. He sighed and turned his back on her and Tyrone.
“Fine. Bring anything you want.” She ran back to the room happily as Clyde turned back to Tyrone.
“Tell her to come find me then.” He shook his good pal’s hoof. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but make sure no one dies.”
“Not a problem man. What do I tell Cannon and the others when they come back?”
“Just tell them something.” He then closed the stairwell door. Tyrone sat back down in his chair and continued to drink his grape soda. Soon, Rarity came back with Clyde and her’s packs and asked where Clyde went, which he told her his message. She frowned and also disappeared behind the stairwell door. Tyrone sighed, posted his feet on the nearby table, tilted his hat forward, and tried to doze off and forget what had occurred in the past few minutes.
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