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Post by Low Key on Aug 31, 2014 10:14:51 GMT -5
As Claire thanked him, he could feel the weight being lifted off his chest. It wasn't a fairy tale ending, but he had been unrealistic in thinking that he could solve all of this mare's problems with just a few words.
Still, the most important thing at the moment was he did it! It wasn't much, but he actually helped somepony! He couldn't even begin to describe how good he felt in that one moment. He barely even noticed the generous pile of coins she dropped on the counter as he simply smiled like an idiot.
And then she fell.
Welp, time to come back to reality.
Low Key gave her a second, but noticed that she had been knocked completely unconscious. Even before the bouncers started moving towards her, he had placed her bits under the counter. He'd count them later. He hurried out from behind the counter and made his way to her. This wasn't the first time he saw a patron lying unconscious on the floor, so he had a good idea of what to do. Gently cradling her head, he took her pulse.
He spared a look at the growing crowd around him and said, "Would somepony do me a favor and grab an EMT from Helping Hooves?" He wasn't worried so much about the alcohol poisoning - she would have passed out long ago or started throwing up is that was the case. He cringed as he remembered the sound as her head hit the floor, and he put money that she was now drunk AND had a concussion. This lady just couldn't catch a break.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Aug 31, 2014 12:33:12 GMT -5
The crowd all nervously looked at each other, making silent "Who's gonna do it?" questions with their eyes. After wasting minutes of time, one confused stallion seemed to have lost the tacit conversation and quickly made his way out the saloon and towards the hospital.
More minutes passed, and before the stallion had returned, Claire's gray eyes fluttered open, her long eyelashes batting quickly as she struggled to gain vision on what was around her. The world spun around Claire and she felt quite sick. Her vision slightly began to clear and she could make out Low Key's face, looking down at her.
"Am I dead?" Her light voice was quiet and her speech was a bit slurred. She reached up with one hoof, and softly tapped Low Key on his muzzle. Seeing as how her hoof didn't go straight though, Claire could somewhat conduct that the stallion in front of her, nor the crowd standing around her, was an illusion. That was good, at least. Claire felt a little self-conscious of all these eyes watching her, and her mind went to the only logical place it could.
"...M-My makeup!" In any kind of audience, even the ones who were watching her recover from unconsciousness, it was important that not a single eyelash be out of place. Claire swung herself upright in order to dig through her bag and pull out her mirror, but that wasn't a good idea. Her stomach surged and the blood pounded in her head. Lightheaded, Claire quickly laid pack in her previous spot. Her beautiful looks were just going to have to wait.
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Post by Low Key on Aug 31, 2014 13:27:56 GMT -5
Low Key reached out and put a reassuring hoof on her shoulder, "Slow down, Miss Dupont. You're not in any shape to be moving around. An EMT is on his way and he's going to check you out. You're going to be alright, just try not to panic."
Rule number one of applying first aid is damage control. Honesty is a good policy, but informing someone who is injured just what sort of sorry shape they're in tends to be counterproductive in the long run. Also, vomit was always a bitch to clean up and he was not going to tempt it if he could avoid it.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Aug 31, 2014 13:49:36 GMT -5
"Oh? Nono, I'm fine. See?" Fuck, not anything hospital related. Claire's health problems skyrocketed far above what they should be, what with her dangerous eating habits and awful binge drinking. While still being flat on her back, she slowly waved all four of her hooves around...As if that was supposed to be proving anything whatsoever. "Fit as a fiddle, or whatever that phrase is." Claire giggled, still kicking around her thin legs. She let the flying cotton-candy appendages settle, and sighed in her place. "Well, if you were worried about not helpin' me before, guess you don' have to be now." Claire laid her head back against the cool floor. After a moment, she rolled over onto her stomach. "Oof". Starting with her rump in the air, she slid herself slowly up to a sitting position. Her head protested loudly. "Look at that, I'm golden."
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Post by Low Key on Aug 31, 2014 15:16:50 GMT -5
Low Key watched Claire get up with a small amount of concern. He knew that she was not fine, but she was right about him not having to worry about her. As he had told her, she's a grown mare, and he had to respect that. As much as he wanted to try and keep her until the paramedics arrived, he recognized that his level of care for her was approaching overbearing levels. So he did what he knew he had to do and let go.
He smiles warmly at her and says, "If you say so, Miss Dupont. Please consider what I said, and I know you'll make the right choice."
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Post by Claire Dupont on Aug 31, 2014 16:56:01 GMT -5
Claire wasn't even sure what the right choice was at this point. She looked at Low Key and smiled. "Yeah-Oh!" She leaned in as close as she could get. "You...won't tell anybody about...me, right? It's a secret, right?" Her voice was very quiet, a mere whisper in the sea of quietly murmuring ponies. She stared into his blue eyes. Finally standing, Claire was a bit taller than Low Key, so she looked down ever so slightly to meet his eyes. This was very important, and it was very important that the general public didn't know. For now, at least, until Claire could properly figure it out when she wasn't hammered and barely conscious.
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Post by Low Key on Aug 31, 2014 17:11:32 GMT -5
All this time that Low Key had been talking with Claire, and he had never had a chance to really get a good look at her eyes. He had been too busy trying to help and simply pushed it off to the side. Now that the worry was over and she was almost in his face, he looked long and hard. Slate grey wasn't a color that he found particularly interesting, but Low Key always agreed that eyes were the windows to the soul. He liked to think blue-eyed ponies had little trouble finding their way in life the same way that water always finds a way, and green-eyed ponies were enigmatic and enchanting like the deep woods, but slate grey? What was that supposed to symbolize?
What mattered most importantly was he saw the distress in her eyes. She was giving him one job, and he would be damned if he was going to fail it. Low Key flashed a mischievous smile and whispered, "I do believe I forgot your name already, ma'am."
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Post by Claire Dupont on Aug 31, 2014 17:46:10 GMT -5
Claire smiled. "Thaaat's the ticket." Then louder, "I'm off!" With a huge hair-flip that knocked almost half of her empty glasses onto the floor and shattered them entirely ("Whoops!"), the model made a small circle around herself (A trending Claire-ism) and started for the door. Stopping right before she pushed it open, she turned her head around. "We shall meet again! Stay beautiful!" She proclaimed back at Low Key. Her headache was killing her, and she was dying to get some solid rest. She pushed the door open and less-than-bouncily trotted out.
Seconds later, the stallion from earlier burst into the room with an EMT. They were both covered in sweat. Looking wildly around the room, they quickly found that there was no model present. Just a lot of broken glass.
((And I think that's the end of this thread uvu))
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