A Sunset Shimmer and Wally West Short Story
(Based in the Justice: Reclaiming Equestria Universe)
The restaurant itself was something far more upscale than Fizzlepop was used to. She looked at the exquisite art, tables, and the fact that everyone was wearing either a suit and tie or an exceptionally nice dress. She felt the dress she was in at the moment. Diana had treated her to some shopping at a very nice, but far to upscale, shop earlier in the week in Gotham. The dress itself was a soft teal with black accents on it. It was backless, which wasn’t really a problem, and in truth she felt fairly comfortable in it.
She took a look at the menu before her. The name of the restaurant, Le Cul à Bulles, was printed in what looked like actual gold leaf on a leather binding. She shook her head as John looked at the menu and then flashed her a smile.
“Well,” she smiled, “I’m not going to lie. This is the first time I’ve gone on a date with someone that I’ve already slept with.”
He laughed, “I know. The last time I went on a date… Well, I kinda got screwed as well”
She shook her head, “Sorry to hear about that. Still, this place is pretty upscale, you sure you’re okay with it?”
He gave a nod, “Sure. It’s not that bad, and besides I’ve budgeted the entire meal. I’ve got enough for a couple of drinks, two entrees, and a decent desert or an appetizer.”
She grinned, “That’s fine, although you really don’t have to worry. I got it covered.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”
She laughed, “Oh hell no,” she shook her head, “Dude, I barely make rent back in Canterlot City. I’m lucky enough that there was a job opening at the Taco Hut,” she leaned back, “Besides, I’m not sure if the money from my world would work here. I know that it changed from bills to bits in Equestria, but I don’t know if the same happened here.”
She gave a sigh, “Besides, I’m pretty sure that I’m out of a job. I’ve been pretty well MIA from Canterlot City for about three months now. And my personal run in with the Caribou wasn’t anything I’d want to consider fun at all.”
“Sunset, I’m so sorry about that,” he said with a frown, “I mean the things you went through. Stuff of nightmares, and I should have been there sooner.”
She reached across and touched his hand, “It’s okay, besides, if I didn’t go through what I did then I wouldn’t have realized exactly what Twilight had gone through, and besides, it gave a chance for a certain hero posing as a super fast, Earth Pony, to show up and help rescue me. All in all I think that things ended up working out pretty well.”
He grinned, “I’m glad that I was able to as well, just wish the other didn’t happen,” he looked at the menu in front of them, “But it’ll be okay. I can cover dinner.”
As they talked a well dressed younger man walked over. The waiter was dressed in what looked like a generic tux, he brought out another menu and placed it on the table.
“Welcome to Le Cul à Bulles, I am Salvator your waiter. This is the beverage menu, and how would the both of you like to have some water to start with?” he gave Sunset a smile, “We have sparkling and still water.”
Sunset grinned, “Sparkling sounds good.”
Wally looked at the menu, “Sparking is a fine choice, but I’ll think that I’ll…”
The waiter nodded, walked away, and Wally looked as he left. It wasn’t the first time he’d been snubbed by a waiter, but he let it go. It was a chance to spend more time with someone he had to admit that he was falling pretty hard for.
“Wally, not that I mind in the slightest, but why did you want to take me out to someplace like this?”
He shrugged, “Seemed like a good idea, and Batman told me that he had a standing reservation here.”
She smiled, “Good enough I suppose,” she looked around the entire restaurant, seeing the number of well dressed people reminded her of Canterlot, “still, it seems like the atmosphere is a little stuffy.”
He laughed, “It is that, but Bats said the food here was some of the best in Gotham, and I trust him on that..”
“It’s good to trust in your friends,” she leaned back in the chair, “Although I wonder if you’ve taken any more advice.”
He rolled his eyes, “Sunny, everything that we’ve done, which has been amazing in and of itself, was stuff that I learned on my own.” he laughed, “I really don’t need any help in finding out how to please you.”
She let a giggle escape, “Really, because I’d expect that you were getting a play by play.”
He looked at her in surprise, “Really? I didn’t expect this sense of humor from you.”
She grinned, “Why because I’m a magical alicorn princess?” she asked.
He laughed, “No, because you sometimes act like a highschooler, and because of the whole Magical Alicorn Princess thing.”
She leaned forward, a smile on her face, “Then how about when we finish up here we head back to your place, and I make you my subject.”
He grinned and leaned back, “That’s oddly arousing.”
She smiled, “I know, I considered saying king, but…”
He nodded, “Yeah, that’d make it a little weird.”
Salvator walked back toward them, “Are the two of you ready to order?”
Wally looked at the menu, “Sure, although Sunny, if you’re fine with it, how about a desert over the appetizer? Because this chocolate lava cake with white chocolate drizzle sounds good.”
Salvator looked at Sunset, smiled and opened her menu, “We do have a special tonight on stuffed ravioli with artichoke dressing, served with any of our premium cheeses, and of course my number.”
Wally looked up and he saw Sunset looking at him, and then at the waiter.
“Something up Sunny buns?”
She stood, “Just a moment Wally,” she looked at Salvator, “Are you serious?”
He grinned, “Completely. I get off at nine, and I can get you off by nine twenty.”
“Hey, just a damn second!” Wally started before Sunset held up her hand.
“Okay Sally, three things. First, You wouldn’t last to nine o’five, second you would be dead by nine o’six, and third we still haven’t gotten our sparkling water yet,” she said as she glared at him with the intensity of a thousand suns in such a way that it caused him to swallow hard, “So, how about you take your arrogant ass back in there, quit the bullshit, and get us our fucking Perrier.”
She let him go and he glared at her, “Fuck fine, you could have just said no instead of being a cockblocking bitch.” he muttered.
“Wait just a damned moment, You’re going to apologize to the lady for that,” Wally said.
“Or what ginger? You’re going to leave me a poor review?”
Wally stood, looked at the waiter, and then stepped closer. Speed was his bread and butter, but what most people didn’t realize was that he was stronger than the average man. That and Batman had taught him how to look for weak spots. He couldn’t go acting all super speed, but he slammed his hand down on the seam in the table. Doing so caused it to crack and fall in half with no problem.
“Oh God! I’m sorry! Fuck I’m sorry please don’t hurt me!”
He pushed past the waiter, “I don’t plan on it,” he tossed a couple of bills to him, “Here, for the table.”
They walked outside, and he looked at her, “Sorry about that,” he said.
Sunset laughed, “Don’t be sorry for him, and certainly not for what you did.”
He sighed, “You know, there’s a pizza place down the block. It’s cheap, the people are friendly, and they don’t try to make passes at people coming in.”
She grinned, “Oh, I could destroy a pizza right now.”
A Fizzlepop Berrytwist and John Constantine Short Story
(Based in the Justice: Reclaiming Equestria Universe)
Fizzlepop Berrytwist had noticed the newest Princess, Sunset Shimmer as she and a red headed man were walking toward the parking lot. Still, she didn’t really wave at the mare, or rather woman, as she entered the place John was taking her. The restaurant itself was something far more upscale than Fizzlepop was used to. She looked at the exquisite art, tables, and the fact that everyone was wearing either a suit and tie or an exceptionally nice dress. She felt the dress she was in at the moment. Shayera had treated her to some shopping at a very nice, but far to upscale, shop earlier in the week in Gotham. The dress itself was a dark red with black accents on it. It was backless, which wasn’t really a problem, and in truth she felt fairly comfortable in it.
She took a look at the menu before her. The name of the restaurant, Le Cul à Bulles, was printed in what looked like actual gold leaf on a leather binding. She shook her head as John looked at the menu and then flashed her a smile.
“Well,” she smiled, “I’m not going to lie. This is the first time I’ve gone on a date with someone that I’ve already slept with.”
He laughed, “Wish that I could say the same love, although the last time I went on a date… Well, I bloody well got screwed just not like I expected.”
She shook her head, “Sorry to hear about that. Still, this place is pretty upscale, you sure you’re okay with it?”
He gave a nod, “Absolutely love, I’ve got the lolly for the entire meal. Made sure to ‘ave enough for a couple of drinks, two entrees, and a decent desert or an appetizer.”
She grinned, “That’s fine, although you really don’t have to worry. I got it covered.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”
She laughed, “Oh hell no,” she shook her head, “I didn’t exactly make money working for the Storm King, and besides when he sold me out to the Caribou… Well I was lucky enough that my horn had already been shattered,” she leaned back, “Besides, I’m not exactly sure if they would accept bits over here.”
“Bloody well sorry about that love,” he said with a frown, “I mean the things you went through. Stuff of nightmares, and I should know.”
She reached across and touched his hand, “It’s okay, besides if I didn’t go through it then I wouldn’t have been saved by a powerful mage, posing as a Unicorn, gotten my horn back, and became one of the most powerful magic casters in all of Equestria. I’m on the same standing level as Star Swirled the bearded.”
He grinned, “Glad about that as well love, just wish the other didn’t happen,” he looked at the menu in front of them, “But it’ll be okay. I can cover dinner.”
As they talked a well dressed younger man walked over. The waiter was dressed in what looked like a generic tux, he brought out another menu and placed it on the table.
“Welcome to Le Cul à Bulles, I am Salvator your waiter. This is the beverage menu, and how would the both of you like to have some water to start with?” he gave Sunset a smile, “We have sparkling and still water.”
Fizzlepop grinned, “Sparkling sounds good.”
John looked at the menu, “Sparking is a fine choice, but I’ll think that I’ll…”
The waiter nodded, walked away, and John looked as he left. It wasn’t the first time he’d been snubbed by a waiter, but he let it go. It was a chance to connect with someone he had a growing respect for.
“John, not that I mind in the slightest, but why did you want to take me out to someplace like this?”
He shrugged, “Seemed like a good idea, and me best mate Chas was holding onto this reservation… well let’s say for a while now.”
She smiled, “Good enough I suppose,” she looked around the entire restaurant, seeing the number of well dressed people reminded her of Canterlot, “still, it seems like the atmosphere is a little more rigid than I’d prefer. I almost wonder if we’re in a morgue instead of a restaurant.”
He laughed, “It is that, but Chas said the food ‘ere was good, and I trust ‘im.”
“It’s good to trust in your friends,” she leaned back in the chair, “Although I wonder if you’ve taken any more advice.”
He rolled his eyes, “Love, everything we’ve done is something I’ve picked up on my own,” he laughed, “Not bloody well going to let Chas tell me how to lay pipe.”
She let a bark of laughter escape, “Really, because I’d expect that you were getting some very specific information on exactly what to do, and how to do it.”
He looked at her in surprise, “Really? I didn’t expect this sense of humor from you love.”
She grinned, “Why because I’m a magical unicorn assassin?” she asked.
He laughed, “No love, it’s because you’re normally dressed like a bloody emo edge lord, and the whole magical unicorn assassin thing.”
She leaned forward, a smile on her face, “Then how about when we finish here we head back to the house, and I make you the next target.”
He grinned and leaned back, “That’s oddly arousing love.”
She smiled, “I know, I considered saying next extraction, but…”
He nodded, “Yeah, that’d make it a little weird.”
Salvator walked back toward them, “Are the two of you ready to order?”
John looked at the menu, “Sure, although love, if you’re fine with it, how about a desert over the appetizer? Because this chocolate lava cake with white chocolate drizzle sounds good.”
Salvator looked at Fizzlepop, smiled and opened her menu, “We do have a special tonight on stuffed ravioli with artichoke dressing, served with any of our premium cheeses, and of course my number.”
John looked up and he saw Fizzlepop looking at him, and then at the waiter.
“Something up love?”
She stood, “Just a moment John,” she looked at Salvator, “Are you serious?”
He grinned, “Completely. I get off at nine, and I can get you off by nine twenty.”
“Just a fockin’ second mate!” John started before Fizzlepop held up her hand.
“Okay Sally, three things. First, You wouldn’t last to nine o’two, second you would be dead by nine o’three, and third we still haven’t gotten our sparkling water yet,” she said as she raised the steak knife from the table and placed it against his throat causing him to swallow hard, “So, how about you take your arrogant ass back in there, quit the bullshit, and get us our fucking Perrier.”
She let him go and he glared at her, “Fuck fine, you could have just said no instead of being a mega cockblocking bitch.” he muttered.
“Wait just a moment mate, You’re gonna bloody well apologize to the lady for that,” John said.
“Or what blondy? You’re going to leave me a poor review? Maybe break the fucking table?”
John stood, looked at the waiter, and then stepped closer. Calling on magic for super strength was a trick he could do, but something else was needed, something to cause terror. He caught the waiter’s eyes and as he stepped closer the waiter began to shake in fear. He saw John’s skin and muscle falling away, leaving a skull with maggots slipping out of its eye sockets.
“Oh God! I’m sorry! Fuck I’m sorry please don’t hurt me!”
He pushed past the waiter, “Not going to old son,” he tossed a couple of bills to him, “Here, for tying up your table.”
They walked outside, and he looked at her, “Sorry about that,” he said.
Fizzlepop laughed, “Don’t be sorry for him, and certainly not for whatever you did to him.”
He sighed, “You know, there’s a pub down the block. It’s cheap, the people are friendly, and they don’t try to make passes at people coming in. Might be a good place to get a drink, have a toasted sandwich, and see where the night leads.”
She grinned, “Oh, I could so chug a beer right now.”
