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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 21, 2014 19:40:46 GMT -5
Saline looks to the new mare beside him, looking at her obviously different style than most ponies here, he notes the hood, looking to his own cloak.He just gives a meager wave to her, not wanting to seem too jumpy. He looks to his empty glass, and thinks about buying another. "Could I get a refill, another drink from the still?"
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Post by Zeila on Sept 21, 2014 19:59:10 GMT -5
Zeila was taken back a little as she looked at him with a bit of a frustrated look on her face as she would then slam her hoofs on the bar and leaned in a little towards his face not too close but just enough for her to be seen as they almost seemed to give a eerie glow from the bar lights. "I don't care if your the own of this bar or not that tone of voice is not needed let alone warranted." She gives a soft growl towards him,"I'll have you know i'm twenty-five years old you salty donkey.", her temper was starting to rise up as she started down Low Key. "Who does he think he is talking to me like this? I have done nothing but ask a question." Were the thoughts that raced through her head while still aware of trying to keep a low profile she was starting make a bigger scene and getting a few of the ponies in the bar's attention.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 21, 2014 20:15:24 GMT -5
Saline is now full blown looking to her, frankly worried. He looks to Low Key, trying to flag him with facial expression to say, "Do you need help with her if she causes trouble?" He notes her odd hooves and mane, especially her tail, much like his own zebra tail; since ponies have more furry tails than actual flesh and bone.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 21, 2014 20:26:50 GMT -5
Zeila's outburst set Low Key off. Getting up in her face, he says, "Do I look like I care? I'm not in the mood, and if you think words will hurt me, then you can go fuck off. Try having your guts ripped out in full view of EVERYPONY, AND THEN HAVE SALT TOSSED IN THE CAVITY BECAUSE WHY NOT?! I'M A GLUTTON FOR PAIN AND I DESERVE IT ALL!" More than a few ponies in the bar now turn to watch Low as he has an outburst of his own, albeit much less controlled that Zeila's. The anger is self-evident, but his eyes are leaking tears as well. Staring into his eyes, one would see the intense hurt behind them.
After a tense moment, he takes a deep breath and backs up, and wipes his tear-stained cheeks with his foreleg. As the other patrons turn back to nursing their beverages, Low speaks up again, "So what'll it be?"
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 21, 2014 20:30:23 GMT -5
Saline yelps at his sudden, massive outburst, then blinks at his...nonchalant recovery. "...Perhaps some hard cider would fare well...something to make this less awkward, as you could tell." He look to Ziela, opening his mouth, "Are you alright, hood wearing mare? Did that rattle you fair?" He scratches his shoulder, trying to not seem too too awkward. He looks around behind him, seeing a few ponies look at the menage of different ponies, including him and the mare.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 21, 2014 20:45:24 GMT -5
Zeila would blink as she listened to the rude stallion shouting at her with more vigor his in anger she would give a growl before plopping back down on her stool,"Give me something hard or do you want to ask for my age again?" She says with a retort before looking over at the Zebra next to her. She wanted to make a snappy come back but stopped herself and tried to calm down a little,"I...am fine thank you."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 21, 2014 20:49:40 GMT -5
Low Key lights up his horn as his aura encompasses a bottle of Applejack Daniels. He brings it down to and fills a shot glass with it. He finishes it off with two rocks of ice and places it before Zeila. He watches her for a moment before silently picking up his bar towel and returning to polishing glasses. He was quite obviously unhappy and was not in the mood to talk.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 21, 2014 21:29:57 GMT -5
Zeila gives a slight huff as she gets the drink she looks to Low Key then back to the drink. She gives a confused look to it as she starts to investigate the drink slowly giving it a slight sniff and wincing a little as she looks at it then back at Low Key. She gets riled up again as she levitates the drink up to her mouth and gives it a sip and gags a little noting it stung and had a bitter taste to it. She gulps a little before looking at Low Key and chugs the whole glass down and slams it back onto the bar.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 21, 2014 22:20:40 GMT -5
While Zeila examines her drink, Low Key thinks about what happened in the last few seconds. Did he really just snap at a customer? Was that what she had reduced him to? He was better than this, so why was he taking out his anger on the ponies around him?
He looks back at Zeila, the anger completely gone from his face He walks up to her, asking, "Refill? They're not free." When he hears the words come out of his mouth, he follows them with, "I'm sorry. What happened to me isn't your fault, and I had no right to take out my anger on you." He turns away, refusing to make eye contact, "I've had a rough week, and I'm just waiting for the final nail in the coffin."
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Post by Zeila on Sept 21, 2014 22:36:26 GMT -5
She looked up at him still a bit upset at him even after hearing his apology and a bit of a explanation for his actions she normally would have forgave him but with a little push from the liquor,"Just give me...another." She says with a slight slur to her speech she wasn't showing it at the moment but Zeila was a light weight when it came to liquor seeing as she has never drank before it was a first time experience for her.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 22, 2014 11:22:24 GMT -5
She wasn't going to forgive him, was she? He deserved it. Celestia, he was acting like a serious bitch and she had the right to not take any of his shit. His horn lit up and the bottle floated back down. After refilling her shot glass, he made another tick on her tab. If every day was going to be like this one, he was going to quit tomorrow.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 22, 2014 13:36:57 GMT -5
Zeila grumbled and continued to glare at him soon taking another full shot and slamming it onto the bar and looking to him,"What the hell is your deal?" Her speech was more obvious with her slurring as she was starting to get a bit more drunk part of the hood sliding a little against her head showing part of her snout. "You think that just because you have had a rough day or so it validates your actions?" She starts swaying in her seat pointing to the Zebra next to her,"I mean is this how you treated him as well or is it just me that you decided to outburst at?"
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 22, 2014 15:39:52 GMT -5
Saline blinks, seeing the whole recourse before him, and his drink remaining un refilled. He sighs, looking to the odd mare, "He does not act this way, it was brought onto him with great and heavy dismay." He says, scratching his mane, "Do not get into a yelling fight, as I want to remain calm tonight," he implores, obviously seeming a little low himself. Down on the inside, he only feels...an odd remorse for Low, as if he could have been able to help him, but didn't. He shakes his head, "Low Key, now may you bring a refill to me? I don't want to be impatient as well, but...I have asked many times for a refill as I could tell." He looks back to Ziela, noticing how....different she looks, "Now with such complaints out of the way...May I have your name, if you have time of day?"
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Post by Low Key on Sept 22, 2014 15:45:23 GMT -5
Low looks over to Saline, and his eyes go wide as he realizes that he's been ignoring him, "Right, one moment." He picks up the glass in his magic and puts it back under the beer spigot, filling with beer. He puts it back up before Saline and makes a tick in his tab. Before he returns to polishing glasses, he says, "If you want to tell her what happened to me, you can. You'll probably find a way to say it poetically, too."
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Post by Zeila on Sept 22, 2014 15:57:03 GMT -5
Zeila looks over to Saline her eyes seeming to glow a bit from under the hood as she listens to him and Low Key talk though a bit confused by the way Saline was talking to her. She lets out a sigh,"My name is Zeila and since your giving him a refill I need one as well." She taps the bar near her glass giving a heavy sigh as she waits to see if this zebra was going to yell at her as well or ask rude questions to her as well.
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