//------------------------------// // First Date Jitters. // Story: The Princess and the Penny Pincher // by The Cake Devil //------------------------------// Chapter 1 It was a warm summer night, as the full moon shone over Gravity Falls. Perched on the hill top high above the small forest town, stood a red building, it’s three circular points jutting out on its top, left, and right, and pink neon words reading “The Club” glowed brightly for all to see. On that night there approached two female figures. None other than the royal sisters themselves. Dressed for the occasion, the two sisters dawned human form in order to not draw attention to themselves. “Are you sure about this Luna?” Celestia said to her sister as she slid on the final piece of jewelry. “I mean we only spoke for a little bit, and he didn’t seem to be my type.” Celestia took the form of a fair caucasian women, her hair still maintaining it's multicolored appearance as it flowed in the nonexistent wind. She adorned several golden bracelets along and a voluptuous ruby red evening gown made of the finest silk and stretching the length of her body, parting at her knees, exposing her flawless long legs and red stilettos. Giving a dismissive wave of her hand, Luna smiled to her Sister. “Pffft, put those thoughts of yours aside dear sister, perhaps we misjudged him. He does run his own business, quite impressive if I might say.” Lunas skin was a few shades darker then her sister, with raven black hair and deep blue eyes. She adorned a starry blue gown with a pair of matching stilettos. Celestia looked suspiciously over to her sister, narrowing her gaze as she stopped at the door. “And tell me again, why it is you decided to set up this date again?” Luna gave a small smile as she attempted to avoid the piercing gaze of her eldest sister. “Oh Tia, you know I only want the best for you, and perhaps the two of you have something in common. I did hear the metal mouthed one refer to him as ‘ancient’ at the Christmas party, so perhaps the two of you could discuss some history or learn some new customs.” Luna held her breath awaiting a response. “I suppose you might be right.” Celestia said as she removed her glare form Luna and turned toward the door. “ But I do think Mabel might have been exaggerating a little on just how old he really is.” Luna slowly exhaled , releasing her breath in a slow lasting sigh. “I will keep that in mind sister.” She said as she a joined her sister, holding the door open for her. “ But none the less, this is a chance to get to know another race altogether, think of the possibilities!” “Well that does sound interesting, alright Luna, I’ll give Stan a chance.” “Can I help you ladies?” A waiter asked, standing behind a wooden podium. “Celestia, table for two.” The waiter looked down at the podium and scrolled down the list of names until stopping with a smile. “Ah, right this way madame.” He said removing his binder and signaling the two to follow. The restaurant was quiet with only the sounds of light jazz and idle conversations made by the other customers. Luna gave a small nudge to Celestias side as she pointed to a corner of the room. “Oooo, I think I see your date!” The elderly man sat slightly hunched in his chair as he tapped impatiently on the table. His hair was slightly greased back giving his regularly dark grey hair a fine gleam. He wore a jet black over coat with a preppy white button up shirt, wearing matching pants and shoes that were almost so clean one could see your reflection form it. Indeed this at least didn’t look like the same Stan Pines that Celestia had met prior. “Your table, made-” “Excuse me, waiter.” Stan said, rising from his chair. “But the silverware has yet to be brought to our table. How are I and my lovely lady friend supposed to enjoy our quality, five star meal, without any silverware?” “Oh my mistake sir. I will correct that at once.” The waiter then rushed off to the kitchen leaving the three. “Well I think I will just leave the two of you alone.” Luna said, leaning over to Celestia she whispered. “Remember to at least give him a chance.” She said before leaving. “Ah, Princess Salestia.” Stan said. “A pleasure to see you again. It is you isn’t it? You look…different, like way different.” “It’s pronounced, ‘Celestia’ and yes it is me, we decided to take a form more suitable to this world in order to avoid drawing a crowd." “Mm, gottcha. We-Well you look good, very…very…ah good, yeah.” Celestia gave a small smile and nodded. “Well thank you, you look very 'good' as well.” There was an awkward moment as the two just stood there, looking at one another. Then Stans eyes widened for a moment before oddly scratching at a device in his ear. “Ah here, let me get your chair.” He said as he rushed to the other side of the table and pulled out the adjacent chair. “Oh, thank you very much.” Celestia said as she smiled and took her seat in the chair. Giving a small shove Stan pushed in her seat and made his way back over to his own. “Ok.” Celestia thought to herself. “A rough start but there has been worse, perhaps this night will have a strong finish.” As Stan plopped down in his chair there was a loud clanging sound as metal hit against the tile stone floors. Celestia gave a startled look and looked to the other side of the table to discover several pieces of silverware scattered over the floor, she looked back up to Stan with a quirked brow as he dawned a nervous smile. “Uh, they were all chipped. I wouldn’t want a lady of your quality eating with defective eating utensils.” Celestia gave a small laugh. “I see, well that’s very kind of you Mr. Pines. But might I ask why they were in your jacket then?” “Well-I-a” “Here are is your silverware Misère.” The waiter said placing two more sets of napkin wrapped utensils on the table. “Will that be all for- sacrebleu! What is the meaning of this?!” The waiter exclaimed as he looked angrily to Stan. “Uh- I’ll tell you what the meaning of this is buddy, you have a serious problem. Here we are minding our own business, when those, animals start throwing silverware at our table! My lady friend almost lost an eye and I feel so emotionally damaged that I think I may have to sue for my pain!” “Oh I am so sorry Misère, and where are these so called ‘animals' that threw said silverware?” “Um..uh, Over there!” Stan said pointing to a lovely old couple from across the room. “Right, we will see that they cause you trouble no more! Please enjoy the rest of your night, someone should be around shortly to take your orders.” He said before heading toward the lovey dovey old couple. Stan sank down in his chair and whipped his brow. “Few, that was a close one eh tots?” Celestia gave a concern as she turned her attention back to him. “Yes, but what about that elderly couple? The waiter looked rather upset.” As she spoke Stan was leaned over in his seat and retrieved the dropped silverware. “Nah, I’m sure they’ll be fine.” He said. Meanwhile, the couple were being carried out of the restaurant by two large black shirted bouncers. Celestia give a deep breath and rubbed her eyes. “Well Tia, it can’t get any worse, right?” She thought to herself. “Hey something wrong with your eyes there Celery?”