A Night on the Town
Pedro’s PoV:
We rushed BJ to the hospital and we were now twiddling our thumbs waiting for the news. Though my medical skill were only in the forties I was still able to deduce that he was not going to die which brought a sigh of relief from everyone. While waiting the guards-rudely-began to question what had happen. Personally I wanted to tell them to piss off, but was out voted.
To make matters worse they had only males interview me instead of females. Could you believe it? A hot stud like me being denied any alone time with some good looking female soldiers-who are mostly looking for an excuse to have a good time, at least according to some pornos that I’ve watched-just because those guys were jealous. The nerve of some people I tell ya what.
The sun set a few hours ago as we continued to wait for some sort of news. The girls refused to leave-even after telling them they could go home if they wanted or need to-as they stubbornly stayed put even after Rarity and Fluttershy fell asleep. It was pretty cute how they used one another as a pillow. Thier-very lovely-chest rising and falling in synch with one another at a low steady rate. Hell I could have sworn they were lightly snoring if I wasn’t lost within my music.
So I also figured out what MP was. Turns out MP stood for My Player-or what I’m labeling it anyways-as it held every song I’ve ever listen too. Don’t get me wrong I loved the songs from both Fallouts, but listening to the same song over and over again can drive anyone nuts. Looking at you Johnny Guitar.
About half an hour later and the doc final came out and delivered the news. He said BJ was going to be fine and started to explain what happen. Uninterested in the jargon he was spewing I later asked Ben to sum up what he said. Basically it was magic exhaustion. When I gave him a blank look he explained that BJ used up to much magic-somewhat similar to what Raven was doing- and was using his life force essentially. That didn’t make much sense to me and explained as so because I’ve could have sworn that was what his armor was suppose to prevent. Ben was just as lost and with no knowledge of the subject just shrugged his shoulders.
So there we were-a little around nine pm-standing around BJ. He looked peaceful while he was resting. His breathing slow and steady as he matched the low beep of the heart monitor hooked up to him. ‘I really wish I had a marker right now’ though a dick move it’d still be hilarious.
Knowing that BJ was going to be fine we all started to leave and head home though Ben pulled Manny and I to the side for a moment. Telling the girls we’d be along shortly we waited until they were out of earshot. After finding a table to sit down and talk I asked, “So what’s up?”
“Don’t you find it strange the moment we arrive here in town thing go crazy” said Ben, as he shook his head in disbelief. “It just seems like too big of a coincidence”.
“Well the Doctor did say we were apart of something going down so it might not be that big of a stretch” responded Manny, as he lit up a cigarette. Manny was back in his spy outfit and when asked he simply said ‘It just feels comfortable’. He also had to be a smartass and point out that I was still in my riot gear.
“I know, I know”, as Ben waved his hand defensively. “It just-” as he struggled to search for the right words “-feels so sudden I guess. I mean we got lucky that BJ figured out how our powers worked, but who knows what dangers will come next”.
Growing tired of the conversation I decided to throw in my two bits, “Ben, it’s true that we got lucky and that we’ll never know what will come next, but to worry about something that may or may not ever happen is pointless. Instead we should just get ourselves prepared as much as possible and went shit gets real-” a smug smile plastered on my face “-we’ll invite them through the front door and kick them out the back”.
It didn’t take long for that to sink in as they match me with their own smiles. “It’s a cold day in hell when, Pedros the one motivating us” said Manny, as we all shared a laugh.
“Yeah well tough shit” getting up I said my goodbye. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not that tired yet so I’ll see you some time tomorrow”. Before I completely left I asked, “Same plan still right? Find some jobs and what not”.
Ben responded with a yes and we parted ways. True to my word I didn’t head back to Rarity’s home, but instead strolled around the town. With too many thoughts plaguing my mind sleep was at the bottom of the list and I figured might as well do something productive. I noticed some for help signs though none of the places really appealed to me, but I still noted the locations since beggars can’t be choosers.
About an hour past when I stumbled upon a few drunk saps sleeping in the park. Glancing around I saw no one else in the vicinity. My mischief side took over as I searched their pockets for money. All together they had twenty bits. Annoyed I carefully put them next to one another and quietly laughed as they began to cuddle with one another. With that done I left.
A few minutes past until I heard something in the distance. Still not tired I decided to investigate the noise and came upon a night club. It was located near the edge of town-probably to keep the noise from bothering everyone-however it looked more like a warehouse than a club. On the face of the building there was a vinyl with a blue scratch going down the middle. Looking at the entrance my jaw nearly dropped as I saw the line to get in. It snaked around building as it made it way to what I guess was the center of town.
‘Whoa this must be one popular place for such a line’ looking at the small amount of bits-which is what my pipboy labeled them-I knew that this was an insufficient amount to bribe the bouncers to let me in.
Looking around the building I found a backdoor behind an alley that was cleverly hidden to make the frame/material to look like the building. Walking past the alleyway to look inconspicuous-yes big words I do know them people-I brought up my inventory and equipped my MK2 stealth suit.
“Hello it’s nice to meet you. Who can I hide you from today?” spoke a feminine voice, though low enough where I could only hear her.
Sneaking back towards the alleyway with the door it was a good idea too as a bouncer walked right by me. He didn’t even bat an eyelash as I stood only a few inches from him though I still didn’t dare to move until he turned the corner. Releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding I continued and got to work on the door. Three bobby pins later and I was in.
I was in a back room that held an assortment of equipment with electric wire going every which way. Being careful I snuck my way around-making sure I wouldn’t unplug anything-I eventually found a janitors closet. Sneaking in I looted the area, came up five bits richers and with a map that detail the inside of the building. Plotting my course I brought my pipboy to bare and changed outfits.
I was now stylishing a black tuxedo with red trims. I got this suit back in Dead Money and even though it was meant for females-since it is called Vera’s outfit- it was stylish as fuck. Plus I didn’t want to stand out-which most of my outfits would do-so I was left with no other choice. Besides let’s not forget Fallout logic makes no sense. I mean seriously a male character wearing a dress yet it somehow magical transforms into a tuxedo. That makes just as much sense as a group of friends being teleported to another world…*cough* moving on.
Fixing my collar I stepped out and made my way towards the dance floor. I got a few looks here and there though the way I walked made it seem like I owned the joint so they ignored me. That’s how it’s done ladies and gents: confidence...plus blackmail since I’m pretty sure they weren’t suppose to be playing poker back here.
Arriving at the heart of the building I soon understood why this place was so popular. The most amazing beats blasted out from all direction though loud you could still hear bits and pieces of chatter going on. In the center techno lights constantly changed with the beat while partygoers danced their hearts out. Most of the party goers were wearing glowsticks to help give the joint a party goers paradise. Guys were dressed stylish and classy while girls were dressed alluring and hip. Needless to say I’m happy that I came. One corner of the room held a bunch of tables, booths and cushion to rest on while the other side had a huge bar area for drinks. Needless to say that’s where I went first.
Ten bits later and I had three drink flowing through my system. I was also pleased to hear that you only had to be over eighteen to drink. As I leaned my back towards the bar I noticed not only a second level to this place, but there was also a booth hovering over the dance floor. I assume she was the DJ, her electric blue hair bobbing up and down as she matched the beat. I couldn’t see much else noticeable beside the pretty cool shades she was sporting.
“AW YEAH THIS IS DJ PON-3 AND HOW IS EVERYPONY DOING TONIGHT!” she cried out, the music barely hearable in the background. A loud roar from the crowd responded back some saying they love her while some asking to marry her. Hell I think I heard one person actually answer the question and said he was doing fine.
“THATS GOOD, THATS GOOD” as she nodded in agreement. “BUT YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD MAKE THIS NIGHT EVEN BETTER?” the crowd responded back with mixed cheers and asking what. “A FREE ROUND OF DRINK”. That got everyone cheer of approval. “AND GOOD ALL DJ PON-3 CAN HOOK YOU UP IF YOU ANSWER THIS ONE QUESTION” pausing she waited for the crowd to be dead silent and asked “WHO’S THE MOST HAPPENING, AWESOME, COOLEST DJ PONY IN TOWN?”
As one the crowd roared, “DJ PON-3!”
After that she sent a message to the bar tenders who were now working overtime to pass out drinks to everyone. Being close I was able to get one before I was rudely pushed out of the way. Shaking my head in annoyance I was pleased to announce that my shot was still safely within my grasp. Taking a sniff of the drink it smelt rather pleasent-like cinnamon-and I took the shot. I was right in my deduction as the burning cinnamon taste went down to my gut. Setting the glass down I made my way towards one of the ends of the bar and waited in line. After a few moments-and a little light flirting and persuasion-I scored another free shot.
Downing that shot things became a little fuzzy.
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“Ow my head”, I moaned as I rubbed my head and slowly opened my eyes. The bright light of the street lamb made me pause for a moment, but I soon adjusted to the brightness. Bringing my arm to bare I checked the time to see that is was about three in the morning. ‘Man what happened?’ as my mind tried to piece together the events of the previous night.
I remembered getting a second shot and then I did something. Dance? No that was later. Relaxed no that was after danc-Oh wait I went over to talk to some people. Yeah, we were having a good time talking about the girls in the club when one of them dared me to go talk to a group of them. My drunk ass took that dare and I...failed? No thats not right I...won? Yeah I got a few of their address or something and rubbed it in the guys faces. They left a little after that though did buy me another round. I’d never forget them. I think there names were Steve or Carl.
After that dancing-considering it was me it must have been epic (it was not)-and after an hour or so I felt tired. I then went over towards some sofas to get some rest though I think I got some colts address...what don’t judge they bought me more booze. Being near a group of girls I struck up some conversation though one of their brothers didn’t like me being so touchy. Not liking his face I punched him. Guess the bouncers didn’t like that and threw my happy ass out on the curb which would explain why I’ve been laying on this pile of-rather comfy and surprisingly not smelly-trash.
‘Should probably head back before Rarity notices I’m not there’ though an adult and able to do what I want, I was not looking forward to the hangover and the possibility of some one yelling at me. Getting up I used the wall as a crutch though had to pause as the world around me began to spin. A few seconds of rest and I began my journey ‘home’. Walking down the main street I at some point equiped my riot gear armor since the helmet kept some of the glare of the lights from abusing my poor eyes.
About a few minutes past-though that was because I thought I was going to hurl, which I didn’t-and I was about a third of the way back when suddenly I thought I heard a muffled cry for help. At first I past it off as the alcohol messing with me though that was until I heard it again once more. Turning my EFS on-since there were so many people in town the blue ticks drove me crazy-I looked around and wasn’t surprised by the amount of blue ticks. However after a few moments of searching I came upon three red ticks.
Carefully making my ways towards them I came upon three males-one a unicorn and two just earth ‘ponies’, or so I’ve been told-surrounding one female. There was nothing else distinguishable about them-since the night vision that the riot gear helmet provides didn’t really help show color just images-though it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on. They were going to rape her.
One of the earth ‘ponies’ held her arms down with one hand while the other hand covered her mouth. Her shirt was completely ruined as her bra was the only thing saving her from being completely exposed. Her pants were still in fine shape though that was probably because of her cries for help, and even then that wouldn’t last long as the second earth ‘pony’ got to work on taking them off.
Rage began to bubble deep with in me-either that or that was the alcohol again- as I brought my pipboy up and scrolled through my weapons. You can call me what you want: an asshole, a pervert, a sexist pig, a douche and etcetera, but if you dare try to compare me to one of these sick bastards than we’ll have a problem.With most of my guns out of ammo I was only left with a scarce few options. Even then a third of those were either to bulky for the job, to deadly for what I wanted to do or I had to get in close proximity. That left me with only one option. Equipping the Mysterious Magnum I felt its presence on my right hip.
Preparing myself I almost drew the gun only to forget one simple little detail. Two of them were standing near or in front of girl. I tsked at my blunder and tried to come up with a new plan, but was unable to as they finally got her pants a little half way down her legs. My vision turned red as I charged around the corner recklessly.
The unicorn barely took notice of me as I shoved him into the wall hard. This got the Earth pony’s-near the girl’s legs-attention as he sprung up. He didn’t make it far as I punched him in the gut. Keeling over he held his gut and tried to settle his stomach though I wasn’t done as I kicked him in the gut once more. Some fluids spewed out of his lips as he fell over.
Satisfied for the moment I turned my attention to the other earth pony until a light began to illuminate the area. Ducking I barely dodge a blast of magic aimed towards me courtesy of the unicorn. Gathering the dirt from the ground I chucked it at the unicorn before he could aim at me again. The Khan’s trick worked like a charm as the dirt blinded him long enough for me to smack him hard in the face while his body smacked against the wall as equally hard.
“D-d-don’t move or she gets it” cried out the survivor of the rapist group.
Turning towards him I could see him holding the girls hostage as he shakingly held a dagger near her throat. My heart ached for the girls as she stood there tears rolling down the side of her cheeks. If the situation wasn’t so dire I’d have noted that she was pretty damn good looking. On a side note I took notice of a horn sticking out from her forehead.
My right hand reached towards my weapon and with the most convincing voice plausible I said, “Don’t worry everything's going to be fine. Trust me”. It must have worked as she gave me a weak smile. Fixing the survivor with a glare I continued,“You still have a chance to walk away from this relatively unharmed. Just let her go”.
The other two goons got up and slowly worked out the pain from our scuffle. “I don’t know what type of hero crap you're trying to pull, but this is the end of the road for you Mr. hero” the unicorn snarled as he stalked towards me the other earth pony doing the same.
“All right you dumbasses, you asked for it” quickly drawing my weapon a tune played out. As the bozos tried to locate the source of the sound I activated SATS. The world before me slowed down to a crawl as I was able to take in all the little detail of the alleyway.
Trash cans lined the walls helping them hide incase someone was either using it as a shortcut or was hammered and lost. The intersection in the alleyway didn’t go very far only a few inches from the main path, but still deep enough that unless someone was really perceptive would only imagine seeing shadows moving.
Using the assistance of the targeting computer I lined up my shots and let SATS do the rest. My first shot tore through the unicorn’s leg as he let out a roar of pain. The second shot did the same to the earth pony as it did to the unicorn as they both laid on the ground wailing in pain while holding their hurt limb. The last earth pony tried to slice at the girls neck, but my third shot held true as the bullet knocked the dagger out of his hand. Confused he was too slow to react as my fist connected with his face. Letting out a cry of pain he released the girl and tried to take a swing at me. I easily ducked out of harms way and placed my gun against his leg.
Panic rose in his face as he saw what it did to his friends. “Wait can’t we wor-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence as the bullet tore through his left leg. Crying out in pain he joined his friends on the ground.
Shooting another shot in the air I got their attention. “Try anything and the next one will go in your skull” I threatened. They immediately shut up though an occasional whimper escaped their lips. Dragging them to one side I told them to sit. They complied and sure that they weren’t going to try anything I brought my attention to the girl.
Reaching her side she flinched away from me as she continued to shake in fear. Remembering that the ruined clothes she was wearing was not a fashion statement I took off my riot gear’s duster and draped it over her. She looked at me wide eyes and without a second thought began to hug me. I felt a blush formed as she continued to hug me while occasionally sobbing out a thank you. Reloading my gun I then aimed myself so that I could keep an eye on the rapist squad. Sitting down and leaning against the wall the girl continued to use me as a crying post. I was okay with this given the situation she went through. It was just a tiny little inconvenience that I could get through.
A half an hour past until the royal guards showed up. Explaining to them what happened they said they’d take it from here. Normally I’d have left, but considering the girl didn’t have a spare change of cloths on her-and if I wandered off to far she’d be left half naked walking home about four thirty in the morning-I decided to linger around for a bit longer.
A few of the guards were talking to her asking some basic question. Waiting for them to be done I then walked over towards her. “Hey you doing okay miss?” I asked, with as much sincerity as I could muster.
She just nodded her head.
An awkward silence held the air between us. I sighed, “So listen I need to get going home, but well” as I looked at my duster she put two and two together. She nodded her head once more and slowly began to take it off. Before she got even remotely close I stopped her. “Hey. Whoa. Hold on that’s not what I meant”. Fixing it so no one could see anything I continued “I don’t mind letting you borrow it, but well the guy who made this outfit put a uh enchantment on it” lying through my teeth I didn’t stop, “Basically if I walk too far out of proximity of it, it will teleport to me, but seeing as you need it more than I do right now I propose that I escort you back home” putting on my best smile. I mentally face palmed as I recalled that my helmet was still on.
She was deep in thought. I could see the conflict in her eyes, but not only that the fear and memories of what happened a few moments ago. I wouldn’t blame her for not trusting me-a complete strange, who’s also a guy-after what she went through. After what felt like forever she said in the lowest voice possible, “Okay”. Offering her my hand she shied away at first, but eventually took hold of it.
As we made our way towards her home the guards tried to stop us, but with a little persuasion-plus a light dose of intimidation-we were back on our way. The light from the sun barely scratched the surface of the horizon as we walked the empty streets of Ponyville. A dead silence hung in the air between us, the only sound that could be heard were our own foot steps. At one point I took my helmet off-hoping that maybe if she saw my face it might make her more relaxed around me-though it didn’t work I was now able to see her features more clearly.
Her hair was two shades of blue: one cyan blue while the other was a darker shade. She stood at equal height with me-profound sadness-with magenta colored eyes, with a white horn and a ‘cutie mark’ of some sort of musical note. I think I might have accidentally noted it-though was not appropriate at the time-but she was good looking. Though a nagging presence in the back of my head insisted that I knew her from somewhere.
Racking my brain it took me a few minutes till I remember. “I like your music. It was pretty damn awesome”. This caught her off guard as she looked at me confused. “Your DJ Pon-3 aren’t you? Because if not this just got even more awkward”.
She was silent for a moment-occasionally glancing my way-but eventually responded back, “Yeah the one and only” with forced enthusiasm. “So what do you want me to sigh? Record? Shirt? Chest? Butt cheek? That cost you extra”. I could tell that was a well rehearsed line though it seemed…fake or not the normal way it should have been said.
I waved my hand at her, “No, no I’m good. Honestly-though extremely talent-tonight was the first night I’ve ever heard of you” she seemed surprised at that though didn’t say anything.
Silence descended down on us again until, “So what gave it away? I mean I know my ‘disguise’ isn’t grand or anything, but most folks-unless they’re true fans-never recognize me without my shades”.
I thought about it for a moment and then shrugged, “To tell the truth I took a shot in the dark”. She raised a brow at my response and I elaborated, “Well your hair color were similar, but that doesn’t mean shit since I saw like ten other ponies with the exact same color scheme in the club. I knew Pon-3 was female and last I checked your not a dude” that got a slight snicker out of her. “Other than that just dumb luck I suppose”.
“You were at my club tonight?” I nodded my head. “I thought you looked familiar, but I still can’t place it” as she was now deep in thought.
“Do you tend to remember every face or just the good looking ones?” Damn am I smooth.
She snorted and shook her head, “No only the ones that cause problems” damn, “and sometimes the cute ones” a sly smile splayed across her lips.
Scrolling through my pipboy I brought up my clothes and was about to equip my suit-to help her remember-until I remembered what would happen if I did so. Dropping the outfit I unfolded it and held it in front of me, “Maybe this will jog your memory”.
“...You were wearing a dress?” she asked, half of her wanted to laugh while the other half wanted to see if I was serious.
Looking at the outfit it was indeed a dress instead of a suit. “Uh well” as I struggled for the right words. “In my defense it makes my hips stand out like theres no tomorrow”.
We stood there as I waited for her to get that I was kidding, but a part of me thought she wouldn’t. Then she laughed. It was an honest to god true laugh as she held her sides. I soon joined in laughing at the idea of me wearing this dress. ‘I would still look damn sexy’.
Getting over our laughing fit we walked side by side smiles still plastered on our faces. “Thanks” she said abruptly, as she wore a sincere smile. “I really needed that”.
“No prob, its what I do” besides looking sexy and being a badass. After that we made some light conversation, but before we could get any further we arrived at her home. It was on the other side of Rarity’s home-meaning I had a long walk waiting for me-as I escorted her to the front door. It was a simple two story house with yellow paint and some flowers hanging on some of the window sills.
Unlocking the door she slipped in and took my duster off. Handing it to me I put it back on, “Thanks. For everything”, she smiled sincerely once more.
“Like I said it was no problem” as I adjusted the duster to settle back into place. “Guess I’ll see ya around” turning to leave I didn’t get far as I felt her hand grab my duster.
Turning to look at her she hesitate for a moment, but soon gave me a determined look. “Are you still looking for a job?” she asked. I remember at one point I mention that to her, but that was merely for conversational purpose. I replied back with a yeah and her eyes lit up for some reason. “The truth is Pon-3 is rather famous to the point where fans get a…little out of hand sometimes” I could understand that. Back home celebrities would have body guards or high tech security to keep them safe and given that this place doesn’t look very technologically advance they’d have to rely on other means.
“Truth of the matter is, my bodyguard had to leave because of a new hole in his leg” she winced slightly as memories began to play in her head. It took only a second to understand what she implied and it took all of my willpower to not run back across town and kick the living shit out of all three of them.
It then occurred to me where she was going with this, “Wait you want me to take his place? Don’t get me wrong I’m flattered and all, but we’ve just meet. Why me?” This was a very sudden turn of events and the surprise in my voice didn’t go unheard.
She shrugged, “Why not? You need a job and I need a bodyguard. Win-win”.
“Do you normally give jobs to random strangers?”
“Only to the ones who saved me out of the kindness of their heart and not for personal greed”. With a tired sigh she added, “Look I know this crazy and like you said we barely met, but theres something about you that-” as she struggled for the right words. What ever she was trying to say it was long gone in her train of thoughts. Shaking her head she spoke once more, “I don’t know how to put it in words, but it just seems like a good idea”.
“I don’t expect you to take the job, but the offer-”
“No I’ll take it” I responded without hesitation.
“-is really good. Good pay, free-limited-drinks and-Wait did you just say yes?” she question, surprised at my immediate response. I just shrugged and nodded my head. She stared at me with disbelief for a few moments before she regained her wits, “Okay now I’m confused. Why were you so questioning about it in the first place?”
“I was skeptical at first, but after seeing that you were serious I thought ‘why not’”, as I shrugged once more. “Besides this would probably be one of the only jobs here that I’d actually find some enjoyment in it”.
Turning to leave I walked down the steps when she-quietly-called out, “Wait don’t you want to hear the rest?”
I casually waved her off, “Nah I figured it so late that we need to salvage what sleep we can get and discuss it the next time we meet”.
Changing my direction towards Rarity’s home I caught something out of the corner of my eye. “Catch” she cried out, though making sure to keep it low to not disturb anypony.
With cat like reflexes I caught it-after it smacked me in the face-and looked inside. There were bits about a few hundreds worth, “Hey whoa, whoa, whoa what’s this all about?”
“Think of it as not only as an early payment, but a thank you for saving me” a sincere smile splayed across her luscious lips once more. With a wave she cried out one last time, “Come back here in about three days and we’ll discuss what your job entail”.
Before she could close the door I waved my goodbye, “The Name’s Pedro by the way. And later”.
“Vinyl and see you soon” with that she was gone and I was left in the middle of the street alone.
Glancing towards my pipboy I saw it was almost five. With a sigh I started to track my way back home until a thought occured, ‘I got a job before everyone else...’ As the realization kicked in I changed course towards ‘Sweet Apple Acres’ a mad grin splayed across my face. ‘I’m so going to go rub it in Ben’s face’.