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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 22, 2014 16:35:46 GMT -5
Saline notices the dull glow, having needed to keep track of plants that glowed when either dying, mature, or about to explode violently and destroy his garden, and notices her glare. "Are you okay, as you are glowing...and in angry dismay." He says, looking around, "And if this is not uncomfortable to ask...where do you hail, unless you hide that under a mask."
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Post by Zeila on Sept 22, 2014 17:14:40 GMT -5
Zeila is taken back a little as she turns her head away from him seeing her eyes,"My...my eyes are fine and where I am fun is non of your concern." She looks down at her empty glass and looks back at Low Key tapping the bar again. "I still need that refill semetime befire the sun rises.", she says with a bit of a slur to her voice before turning back to the Zebra. "So try with a different question.", leaning against her hoof as she waited to see what this zebra had to ask.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 22, 2014 17:30:03 GMT -5
Low put down the glass he was polishing and picked up the same bottle of whiskey, pouring her a third glass. He had seen enough drunk ponies to know what one acted like. This mare was drunk and getting drunker, and he had no intention of another fight breaking out. The bouncers' egos were scarred enough from the last mare, hopefully this one would be much easier.
If she got violent, that is.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 22, 2014 18:07:38 GMT -5
Saline sighs, drinking his recent refill. He does look between the two, noting how on edge they are. He shivers, feeling colder, then suddenly warmer from some of the alcohol now taking effect. He then simply looks to Low, then taps the bar table, looking to Low, "...If I may ask...what did bring you to do the task?" He asks, refering to the...incident.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 22, 2014 18:22:12 GMT -5
Low sighs and leans forward, "She knew just how to push my buttons. It started off with suggestive teasing, went on to a calm, soothing romantic moment, and then she dared me to take her. She gave me the illusion of control, but I know now that I was doing exactly what she wanted me to do." He pushes away from the counter, "And then I disappointed her, so she took out her frustrations on me and the bouncers." He looks over to Zeila, to see if she had any reaction at all.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 22, 2014 18:26:05 GMT -5
Saline blinks, he's never...been romantically or sexually involved. He's hardly even explored himself beyond school teachings. "I...do wish I know what you mean with this, but I have yet to even understand what romance is." He says, blatantly embarrassed by that fact. He looks onto himself, but shakes it off, not like he'd ever even explore himself now, in the bar, at least.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 22, 2014 19:02:57 GMT -5
Zeila looks between the two listening to the reason for Low's anger and attitude hearing how he was toyed with and teased by some random mare then hearing how Saline wasn't sure how to react. She takes another full gulp of the shot then looking over to Low,"So what now thes mire has you soooooooooo upset that your mopping and getting all angsty that you snapp at any pony that looks at you wrong?" She huffs and sets the shot glass on the bar groaning and tapping the bar again for a refill.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 22, 2014 20:07:20 GMT -5
Low Key simply grabs the bottle with his hoof and pours Zeila another glass. As he puts yet another tick down, he says, "Have you ever been toyed with? Have you ever had somepony come around and promise you a good time, only to beat you when they didn't have a good time? They never cared about you at all, all they cared about was using you to get off, as if you were nothing but a toy." He glances back at the bottle and realizes that it is now empty, "But a toy is only good so long as you can have fun with it." He picks it up, looking it up and down, "And when a toy ceases to be fun..." He suddenly tosses the bottle over into a nearby garbage bin. The sound of glass shattering can be heard, "...then it's worthless."
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Post by Zeila on Sept 22, 2014 21:00:20 GMT -5
Zeila looks at him as he spoke and continued to listen with her head resting on her raised hoof barely giving a flinch for when the glass shatters on the floor. She gives a loud groan as she looks to him,"That is sad that is messed up and it is down right unforgivable to do to that to someone like that." Her words clearing up a little but a bit of slurring could still be heard in her voice. "But you know what you grow a pair and move forward with your life you don't let feome...some harpy control you even more by making you feel bad about yourself." As she continues to talk her voice was getting louder and she was starting to climb onto the bar getting closer to Low Key.
"You...you were happy before meeting this mare and you can be happy again, you bust....just need to get over yourself pitty and get bak on your hooves." She continues to talk to him finding herself raised up on his bar so much so that her tail was raised a bit more then she meant to and some of the other patrens were hooting and hollering while others turned away. "I gave up everything I knew and loved in order to see the world that I had only read in books, ignored the warnings of my family about how the world might see me." She was getting closer to Low to point that her snout was touching his. If there were any questions as how drunk she was it would be obvious now. "I have been attacked, terrorized, lied to, cheated, almost killed and chased out of towns because of who I am." Her voice cracking a little as she continues to rant at him, sadness and sorrow seemed to ooze out of each word she said now. "I am still here finding myself a place of my own and no one...no-no pony will stop me from finding my happiness."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 22, 2014 21:45:27 GMT -5
Low simply stood there, stunned by her words. He knew she was right, and there was no doubt about it. Still, was it simply that easy to just let it go? Midnight would always be at the top of his shit list, but what about himself? How easy would it be to start believing that he wasn't worthless? He needed more time to think about it, the answers would come then.
As he backed up, Low noticed that the bouncers were already on there way. He hoped that Zeila would calm down by the time they arrived, he didn't want to see her get thrown out like so many violent drunks before her.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 22, 2014 22:02:22 GMT -5
Zeila was still rilled up and gripped his face tightly,"You need to buck up already because I don't kiss worthless ponies." She kisses his lips tightly knowing he might take this wrong but hoping her words would strike some kind of cord with him. She breaks the kiss after a few minutes and started to calm down a bit but was still kneeling on the bar in front of Low Key.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 22, 2014 22:30:38 GMT -5
As soon as her lips touched his, Low Key immediately froze up. He had never kissed a mare before (mothers don't count), and suddenly finding himself in this situation was quite shocking. He tried to move back, but her hooves holding his head in place made that impossible. After a few seconds, he stopped struggling and his wide eyes slowly drooped down. He even started kissing back in spite of his own conscience screaming at him. Electricity raced from his lips to all throughout his body, igniting his desire. He hated himself for not resisting more, for not pushing this drunk mare off of him. He silently cursed his submissiveness while at the same time drifting on a wave of ecstasy as his lips explored hers. When she finally withdrew, he nearly fell forward, desperate to continue the kiss. He opened his eyes and was brought back to reality as he could see the bouncers standing behind Zeila. They had respectively stood by while the two of them had had their makeout session and were now giving him a look asking if he wanted them to throw her out. Shakily, he raised a hoof and said, "Sh-she's okay." As the bouncers walked away he looked back at Zeila, blushing hotly as he remembered her forwardness, "Y-you didn't have to do that, b-but thanks anyway." He grinned ever so slightly before checking on their drinks.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 22, 2014 23:01:50 GMT -5
Zeila drunkenly looks down at Low Key groaning a little,"You are a idiot but still really cute." She lets out a sigh as she uses her magic to lift up her shot glass looking into the empty glass, "I need to drink this more often." She says before spinning around and sliding back onto her bar stool next to the Zebra. "Now get over this and pour me another drink.", she says loudly drunkenly pointing to her glass still floating in the air in front of her.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 22, 2014 23:09:24 GMT -5
As Low Key was grabbing a new bottle of Applejack Daniels, he thought over what Zeila had just said. Was that what she saw in him? Actually, a better question to ask would be if that was what all mares saw in him? Was he really just a cute face with nothing behind it, a penis with legs? Whatever spirit the kiss had put him in, his mood was back to where it had been before.
He levitates the bottle up to the glass suspended in the air and pours her another shot. How many was that? He made another check on his sheet and hoped that she had the bits for it.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 22, 2014 23:16:06 GMT -5
Zeila looks to him again as he poured her another shot,"Hey...you..you need to have more confidence...you..otherwise your just...going to do this again and again." She points to his face as she levitates the glass up,"Keep in mind what I bucking said earlier I don't kiss worthless ponies even when i'm drunk I know what I like." She gulps down the liquor again before looking at the glass,"So...so be happy you took my first kiss...you donkey face."
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