Chapter 4 – Mane your manners
The rush of magic quickly comes to a stop as a slight popping sound rings up from where I now stand. As the world around me becomes unclouded and my hooves now feel firmly planted to the ground I roll my neck and give a relaxed sigh, "Much better than walking..."
As I bring my head to a steady level I look around where I stand. It is at this point my slightly excited expression drops back to my normal half glazed stare...I'm still far from where I need to be. Another sigh comes up as I shake my head and start my trot up, so much for being a unicorn, I can not even teleport the correct distinct.
However, I push my thoughts aside as I start my trot up towards the library tree that sits a decent sized gallop away.
Despite the fact that it is not really that late, the sun's light does not fully hold its grip over all of Ponyville like it does around my house. Not really a bad thing seeing as how I do not mind walking around at night, but I would rather it not be cold.
The pace I hold quickly brings me within hooves reach of the bright red door of the library as I knock my hoof to the door and wait.
As the door opens I shoot back a smile to the unique cream colored stallion with dark blue mane that stand next to a smaller light purple filly with the same kind of dark mane.
"Hello betrunken."
My words already start to wash away the faked friendly smile that every business owning pony puts on when they believe they are going to make a sell. The filly however is unaffected by my words and I turn my attention to her as I speak up, "And hello little unwanted."
The cream stallion at the door shakes his head as he speak up, "No Stony, I'm not helping you..."As his words end the door starts to close, I quickly react as I put my hoof to the door and spark my magic to the saddle's pocket, "But you don't even know what I need you for?"
The stallion nods as he speaks up, "I know and that's why I don't want to help."
I hold my hoof to the door as I speak up, "Oh don't worry, you don't have to come with me." I turn my attention to the filly as I continue, "It obviously looks like your mare has you foal sitting again." I shake my head as I shoot him a smile, "You really are the mare in the relationship hmm?"
"Good bye Stony."
The stallion's force on the door increases and I quicken my magic as I speak up, "Shhh....Don't fight it...." I jet out a small open jar and a pair of scissors as I quickly snip off a good length of the stallion's mane that falls forward.
He takes a step back from the door as he speak up a little annoyed, "Dammit Stony-..."
Our conversation has brought forward another pony inside the house as I, the stallion and the filly turn to the light purple mare, who seems to be giving a death stare to cream stallion.
Her look brings the stallion's voice back up as he clears his throat, "I mean darn you Stony..." His little chuckle goes unanswered by the mare as she just rolls her eyes and turns her attention to the little filly, "Come on Violet, you can help me and Spike."
As the happily smiling filly trots away I shift my eyes to the stallion as I speak up, "You seem to be in trouble betrunken, so I'll make this quick...Here you go." I float out the book as I hold a little smile to the stallion, "On time and everything."
The stallion rolls his eyes as he takes his hoof to the book, "Good bye Stony."
I wiggle my hoof to him as I turn my attention to the mane that sits in the glass jar, "Yes yes, now hurry back before your mare gets mad."
He just sighs as he shakes his head and turns back into the house. As the door closes I float the scissors and jar back to my bag, although my thoughts start to change as I actually try to remember the stallion's name. Luckily though I shrug it off before I could care too much.
With my little task complete I turn back to the town behind me as I sigh and start to dip my hoof into the side pocket where I keep my spell papers.
However as my hoof just wiggles in the empty pocket I give a little goran, "I forgot to bring another?!...Ugh..."
I shake my head as I start my trot up. But I only get a few hooves out before I turn my attention towards the sky, "Well...it's not too early for a drink right?"
The thought holds to my mind as I swing my head towards one of the side streets that I can see on the main street of Ponyville.
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(A little later)
The walk from the library took a little longer then I would have wanted to, sure my usual bar is a little off the beating path of Ponyville but at least I'm closer to the road leading to my house. I just wish I was not as sweaty as I am now.
I push my thoughts aside as I turn my attention to the dark hay covered building that sits at the end of the dirt path. Ponyville does not really have a bad part of town, but the building is a little different than the norm. Half because it is pushed so far out of view where anything can go on and also due to the bright neon sign that lights the building's darker brown wood frame.
Pub A Pony...
When Stream water is not enough.
The sign has always brought a slight smile to my face, which I hold as I start into the open door were a two stallions stand holding a conversation.
Truthfully the first time I found this little watering hole outside of town I was surprised to see how many stallion actually try their luck in a bar. I would think seeing as how the ratio of mares to stallions would make it a lot easier...But after living here for a little I realized something, Ponyville’s ratio has made the rolls of mare and stallions switch, for the most part.
As I come in side of the low ceiling room I take a deep breath all the while continuing to look around the bar at all the ponies that already sit in here. Sure it is not a lot but that is just because it is too early, I personally have never come here for any hunting of my own. Instead I come here for a drink and the entertainment of all the mares that actually try to coax a stallion along.
The trot across the bar floor comes to an end as I pull myself onto one of the higher up bar stools with a little effort.
Of course, my slight struggle brings up a familiar slightly feminine voice from in front of me, "Sorry sweetie we don't serve colts."
I turn my eyes to the minotaur in front of me as I look him over. Tullroy may be short for a minotaur with really undefined horns. But seeing as how he is still tall, a minotaur and has midnight blue colored fur along with his exposed light gray chest's color, he stands out like a puffy ear.
One good thing about him being one of the very few none ponies living in Ponyville as well as being a coltcuddler does give me the advantage of making a lot more jokes in defense.
I hold a smile as I speak up, "You do not serve colts? But what if I promised to show you a good time afterwards?"
Tullroy waves his hand towards me as he speaks up, "Oh little Shrimpy has jokes? Okay, okay." He brings his arms to his hips as he continues, "First off, I'll have you know that their is a height limit for all of this."
I squint to the comment as my eyes are slightly drawn to the bright earrings that sit in the minotaur’s ears. However, my thoughts are cut off as I continue to listen to his voice, "...And that height limit is that you can't trip and immediately be on the ground."
Hs word bring my head back to him as I raise a hoof, "Hey, i'll have you know it takes a good half second before I hit the ground when I fall."
"Mmhmm..."
Tullroy's stare brings a little sigh from me as I wave my hoof, "I'll take my normal, and this time do not put anything in it."
The minotaur just shrugs as he turns around towards the multi-colored bottles behind him, "Oh honey that was just your coltish tolerating limit."
I shrug the comment off as I slowly look down to my bottom legs that have been swaying in the air above the ground like an excited little foal. I quickly stop their motions as I try to stretch out my bottom half to touch the ground, or at least the brass bar that sits up against the bar's top.
But no success comes up and my attention turns back to the drink in front of me as the minotaur speaks up, "First one is on the house, mainly just because maybe it will loosen your little flank up to actually go home with some somepony tonight."
I give a little chuckle to the comment as I nod my head and take the drink a little closer, "Thank you, but I like my flank tight."
"Mmhmm..." Tullroy turn his attention to somepony else down the bar's length as I now stare into the drink’s yellow liquid.
End of chapter 4