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Misadventures in Manehattan - The Princess Rarity



A day in the life of Coco Pommel and Grace Manewitz. They're friends, coworkers and... flatmates. Oh, boy. This should be entertaining.

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“If it were me, I might’ve called a restraining order.”

EVENT SIX: Lunch Break


“Wait? You did what?” Grace muttered through a mouthful of chips. “Coco, are you buckin’ crazy?!”

“No,” Coco mumbled as she poked at her salad. “I just thought--”

“--you sure as hay weren’t thinkin’, hiring her to be your assistant for the day,” Grace interrupted. She paused to take a sip of her hay cola. “She cheated, treated you like crap and lied to get her way to the top. Then, she tried to brainwash you to be the same way! She was takin’ your little marshmellow brain and trying to squish it into what she wanted!”

“Can you please stop with the marshmellow gag?” Coco sighed. “It’s getting old.”

“Fine, but whatever,” Grace continued, with a wave of her hoof. “That Suri, Zuri, whatever the hay her name is -- she’s bad news. I dunno why you gave her a second chance.”

Coco hesitated, and shrugged. “Maybe she’ll say sorry,” she said softly.

Grace snorted. “After the stories you told me? Doubt it.” She picked up a piece of her mini pizza and bit into it. “You want a slice?”

Coco shook her head. “She, um, told me you spit coffee at her,” she added.

“That was actually an accident,” Grace defended. “But totally worth it!”

“Still--”

“You’re not actually trying to find good in her, are ya?”

Coco gave a silent half-hearted shrug. She stuffed a piece of dressing-soaked lettuce into her mouth to make an excuse not to talk, but that certainly didn’t prevent Grace from continuing to gab away.

“I mean, ok, she’s not a killer or psycho or whatever, but she’s still a bi--” Grace stopped herself, knowing that her friend wasn’t really a fan of vulgarities. “Er, witch. And those are the kinda ponies you wanna stay away from. Sure, I got my moments like that, but at least I ain’t purposely hurting other ponies like she was, y’know?”

“I understand,” Coco replied, as she picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth. “I just think that maybe, she has another chance inside of her.” She looked away and refused to make eye contact with her friend. “I’m being too nice, aren’t I?”

A moment of silence passed between the two friends, only before Grace let out a sigh.

“Nah,” she declared. “You’re not. You’re just being Coco.”

“Is… that a good thing?”

“Definitely,” Grace assured. “If it was anypony else, they woulda let whatsername onto the street with nothin’. You were nice enough to let her try again. That’s a mini superpower, I think.” She softly chuckled and shook her head playfully. “If it were me, I might’ve called a restraining order.”

Coco smiled, and let out a soft giggle. “Good,” she murmured. “So, how’s your day been?”

Grace let out a groan. “I do not wanna talk about it,” she said simply, as she shoved another piece of pizza into her mouth. Despite this, she kept talking. “It wasn’t, y’know, bad or anythin’ but it’s confusing and I swear, the bossman is an effin’ idiot. He tells me, translate the papers, so I do, but then he yells at me for not puttin’ them into a folder! Like, wow, stapling ‘em together is so bad.” She rolled her eyes. “Did your new assistant give you any crap?”

Coco shook her head. “Not actually,” she mused. “She’s surprisingly nice.”

Grace snorted. “Maybe she’s just waitin’ for the right moment to strike?” She noticed the slight glare Coco gave her and sighed. “Can’t take a joke?”

Coco rolled her eyes, and ate the last few bits of her salad, just as one of the waiters came over.

“Hi there, ladies, how’re ya doin’?”

“Oh, are you kidding me--” Grace mumbled.

“S-Silver Shill!” Coco squeaked out. She looked up and smiled. “I didn’t know you worked here!”

“Heh, yeah,” Silver Shill said, scratching the back of his neck. “I was hired yesterday. Hopefully, they won’t fire me again. I mean, it’s not too hard! Just serve up food and take orders, easy enough.”

“And come over to flirt with the customers,” Grace whispered under her breath.

Coco looked over to her friend. “Excuse me?” she asked.

Grace pulled out an innocent -- yet all the while teasing -- smile. “Nothing,” she softly sang.

“Uh-huh,” Coco said slowly. She looked back over to Silver Shill, and her smile returned. “So, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a little while. Did you move out of the clown camp yet?”

“Thankfully, yeah,” Silver Shill laughed. “I found a decent complex.”

“If you ever need help with the rent, just call me,” Coco assured. “I can lend you a few bits.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that,” Silver Shill stammered. “I-in fact, I wanna pay you back for the one time you had to buy me lunch last week. H-how about I take you out to dinner on Friday night?” He nervously laughed, and managed a lopsided smile. “Y’know, seeing how you kinda already have lunch.”

“I… I’d like that,” Coco grinned.

“If you two are gonna kiss, just get it over with already!” Grace blurted out.

Grace!” Coco practically shrieked, as her face went red.

“Uh, I should get back to work,” Silver Shill said quickly. He hesitated and leaned forward, placing a kiss on Coco’s blushing cheek. “I’ll pick you up at seven, bye!”

Then, he dashed off, leaving Coco stammering and stuttering.

Grace softly laughed, and smirked. “All he needed was a little push,” she said.

Coco held her face into her hooves. “I can’t believe that happened--”

“--why? You don’t like him?”

“--no, I do--”

I knew it!” Grace exclaimed, shooting a hoof up into the air victoriously. “Can I plan your wedding?”

“Shut up,” Coco grumbled.

“You two are pretty cute, though,” Grace said. “Surprised he didn’t ask you out earlier.”

“Do you live to embarrass me?” Coco mumbled.

Grace pursed her lips in thought as she dipped one of her plain potato chips into the leftover sauce from her pizza. She brought the treat to her mouth and chewed it for a moment, only before she nodded. “I’d say so,” she muttered.

“Why are we friends?” Coco sighed.

“Because you needed a place to live and I couldn’t afford my apartment,” Grace said simply. “It all went to Tartarus from there, I think.”

Author's Note:

D'aww, lookit these cute friends~ ...and yup, I ship Silver Shill x Coco Pommel. I forget who thought up the pairing, but if they're reading this: I thank them because holy crap is it cute! I hope I converted you lot to it, or at least opened your eyes to the adorableness.

Anywho, because of life / my writing career possibly going somewhere and other stories in progress, this story's daily updates will cease. Might be bi-weekly, or something like that. But don't worry, you'll still get the awesomeness!

So... what's going to happen?

Will Coco confront Suri?

Is Grace ever going to stop being so awesomely sarcastic and snarky?

What's the rest of the work day like for this duo?

Find out in the next installment of Misadventures in Manehattan!

--The Princess Rarity