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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 2, 2014 7:28:51 GMT -5
She nodded understandingly, that was certainly an obstacle. Perhaps it was just better to sit and enjoy the music rather than to be up on the stage. Pumpkin certainly preferred to watch rather than be watched, and perhaps this stallion felt the same way. She was not the type to enjoy the spotlight, though she wasn't really afraid of it. She took another sip of iced tea and noticed what seemed to be the beginnings of a bar fight erupting over near the stage and she signed slightly. Why couldn't other ponies control themselves.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 2, 2014 15:00:50 GMT -5
Low Key took notice of the fight as well, but didn't have to look over at them to know that the bouncers were already on it. About a minute later, the two were out of the bar and everything was back the way it was before. Low Key took a minute to look back at Pumpkin and tried to think of something else to talk about. At this point, however, he had completely run dry. Desperately trying to think of something to say, he silently fidgeted in place. When nothing to came to his mind after a minute he picked up his bar towel again and began wiping the counter mindlessly. The band had finished up their second song and was now moving on to a blues rock song. Low Key couldn't help but tap his hoof as he began to sway and wipe the counter off in tempo with the song. |
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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 2, 2014 18:57:21 GMT -5
Pumpkin noticed his fidgeting and gauged that he most likely had nothing else to say. It was just as well really, owning a cafe certainly made for early mornings which necessitated early nights as well. She finished up the last gulp of ice tea gratefully and opened up the small bag of bits that she had brought in with her, counting the money in her head a few times to make sure it was as much as she had meant it to be. She angled her gaze up toward the stage, but even missing the two hooligans that had been thrown out there was still quite the crowd up front. Pumpkin frowned, she preferred not to be in such a large crowd if she could help it. She turned her attention back to the bartender, "Excuse me sir, is there anyway you could make sure the band gets this after the show? I'd bring it up myself, but there's so many rowdy ponies up there."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 2, 2014 19:11:23 GMT -5
Low Key turns back to Pumpkin and notices the bag of bits she's holding. He nods and says, "Oh, of course!" He gently picks the bag up in his magic and deposits it behind and underneath the counter. After making sure it is tucked away in a safe spot, a thought occurs to him and he looks back at her, "I don't believe I got your name, ma'am."
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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 2, 2014 20:06:14 GMT -5
Pumpkin smiled, grateful not to have to nudge her way through the sweaty, alcohol lubricated bodies up by the stage. "Thank you very much sir," she stands up slowly, careful not to bump the table and gently lifts the empty cup, setting on the bar. "My name is Pumpkin Spice, it was quite nice talking to you Mr...?" She realized she hadn't asked his name either and scolded herself for being so rude and unthoughtful, "I'm sorry, but now I've realized I never asked your name either."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 2, 2014 20:16:10 GMT -5
"It's Low Key, Miss Spice." He gives her a warm smile as he picks up the drinking glass and sets it under the counter amongst several other dirty glasses. He realizes she is leaving and bids her farewell, "It was a pleasure talking with you. I hope you come again some other time. Have a good night, ma'am!"
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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 3, 2014 5:39:12 GMT -5
She nodded and returned his smile before giving one last look over at the blues band playing. They most definitely had improved. She nudged the chair in and made her way to the door, tugging it open quietly and making her way out into the cool night air.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 3, 2014 13:09:05 GMT -5
As Pumpkin left, Low Key picks up his rag again and wipes at the iced tea spigot. It had been a long time since he had a good conversation about music with somepony else, and it was really refreshing in spite of how awkward he came off. A few minutes later, the band played their last song and Low Key was able to stop them backstage. All in all, a satisfying end to a fun night. [The End] |
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