So I’m sitting there, tending bar, when in comes one of my more, elegant customers walks in, Octavia Melody.
Now, Octavia has once actually been a employee of mine, as she played at an event I held here. It was for somepony’s birthday or something, I don’t really remember. What I do remember is that her music was just amazing. She’s a true classical cellist and a half, I can tell you that much.
“Oi, Ms. Melody, how you doin’ today?” I asked her.
“Could I get a nice glass of chardonayy, please?” she asked.
“Sure thing”, I said and poured in her a glass full of the expensive stuff.
She sighed and looked longingly at the glass before taking a sip.
“At least this wine can still bring some excitement in my life”, Octavia said and sighed.
I cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Anything on your mind, Ms. Melody?” I asked her politely.
“Quite a few things, to be hones”, she said, “but I am pretty sure that you don’t want to hear about it”.
I rolled my eyes and let out a hearty smile.
“Trust me, Ms Melody- -”, I said.
“Please call me Octavia”, she said, “Ms. Melody just sounds way too formal”.
“Okay, Octavia”, I said, “Hearing stories like yours is basically the reason I still do this job”.
She chuckled a bit.
“So what’s on your mind?” I asked.
“Well”, she began, “I’ve been having some troubles with stallions lately”.
“Really? You?” I said in disbelief.
“Hey, even intelligent girls can have trouble in the field of love”, she joked.
“So what’s the problem?” I asked.
“Well, I seemed to have attracted only certain types of stallions”, she sighed, “Mostly other musicians, librarians, stuck up millionaires and the likes”.
“So what’s the problem?” I said, “They seem like bright stallions with a good future”.
“Yeah”, she said with an embaressed look on her face, “but they are so boring. I mean, do you know what was the height of romance, with my
ex ‘special somepony’?” she said with heavy quotation marks over the last words.
“What?” I asked.
“Attending a party”, she said.
“Well that sounds so bad”, I interrupted her.
“If it was a normal party, sure”, she said with an annoyed look on her face, “But everypony there was just so dang uptight. And that’s coming from me!” she exclaimed.
I nodded my head in agreement. She was usually the description of snobbish and uptight pony, so when she called somepony else uptight then you know how bad it was.
“So what did you do?” I asked her.
“I left him”, she said and sipped her drink, “I mean if you are going to take me somewhere at least make sure I don’t feel as bored as a Vinyl at one of my concerts”.
I chuckled a bit at that.
“Anyway, I have stopped dating ponies like that”, she said, “I think I deserve some excitement in my life”.
“I agree with you”, I said and started to wash some glasses.
As she sipped her drink, I noticed Iron Will enter the restaurant. I already sighed.
However, Octavia had a different reaction. She looked at him like he was a bloody piece of beef. Which coincidentally he was.
“Well, what do we have here?” she licked her lips.
“Are you sure you want to go for him?” I asked her “I mean he is quite a womanizer”
“Hey, beggars can’t be choosers”, she said and took her glass of wine and approached Iron Will.
They seemed to have hit it off quite well.
Octavia was a nice change of pace to Iron Will and it worked vice versa.
Last I heard those two actually had a really good relationship. However, Iron Will was pretty much completely under her hoof now. Serves him right, if ya ask me.
You see a lot of weird things as a bartender. You see a lot of weird things at the Hay Palace. So, I see a lot of weird things as a bartender at the Hay Palace. And that’s no lie. Swear on me mum.