The girl was rather pretty, I decided. She stood on the other side of the counter, her heart shaped face creased by worry. I had the urge to wipe that worry off her face and make her smile or laugh. Both at once, even.”

She fidgeted, hands clutching a piece of paper as if it might try to escape. Finally, it seemed she managed to find the confidence to speak and she met my eyes. “Excuse me? Miss?”

“Yes, darling?” I sm

Ava glanced up from wiping the counter of the bar, as a customer pushed through the doors of The Cream and the Salt. She raised an eyebrow at his attire. A formal tuxedo, which hugged his body very nicely but looked way out of place in the sports bar.
 
 
When he took a seat on one of the stools, she finally recognised him. Dark Arabian skin, five o’clock shadow that was almost a six o’clock shadow now. The man from yesterday. She poured him a drink of redhead and pushed it his

Hmmm?
Hello, did you enjoy the show?
I
certainly hope so, I could see you swatching, so intent on seeing
every little movement.
So
which one of us caught your eye the most?
Was
it Crimson Fox? She’s always been the fan favourite.
Hmmm,
Me!? No no honey. I’m just a backup dancer, you were supposed to
pay attention to Blue Cat and the others.
Though
I’ll admit it’s nice to finally have a fan of my own.
Since
you were so intent on watching me, how about I give you a real close
look.
Don’t

SGT Stewart Peter Bate knew those dresses weren't right. The proportions didn't fit. The dresses were too big—like the women wearing them were standing on cut-off stilts, or really tall platform boots.
Or weren't human.
Bate tried to tell Cox, the leader of their explo squad, but he wouldn't have it.
"We don't know for certain. They could be innocent humans transported here through a displacement effect. We can't go in guns blazing."
'Guns Blazing.' Goddamned civvies. Bate thought ea

Friendship Is Magic: Part 1





Silver Platter didn't much care for the Summer Sun Celebration, especially when it was on a Tuesday. The chocolate brown earth pony had work to do the next morning, and staying up until dawn was detrimental to that task. This year, however, a late night was the least of his worries. The sound of ponies screaming in the streets woke him this morning, prompting him to look out his windo

“So you don't mind if I come and join along with your friends tonight?” Bob, 20 years old and 6' with medium length brown hair, was nervous about meeting her friends. He knew they were into drugs of sorts, and he had never been around people of that type very often.


“Not at all, I'm sure they'd like to see a new face,” Tammy smiled to him as they left her house. She chuckled a little as they walked to her car, noticing as Bob began to appear slightly nervous. &ldq