>no Spitfire thread?
Spitfire thread.
>>27878073
Wing rider, you know rainbow dash, is the most dissapointing, someday will break the record.
>>27879603
Sir, ma'am? Are you having a stroke? Are you okay?
Posting sexiest mature mare.
Stormy Flare a hottie too.
>not choosing superior shadowbolt waifu
>>27879788
Mature? Only in the sense she's an adult. Granted her mom looks older than Twilight's mom, so I'm guessing Spits would be maybe 5-8 years older than Dash?
>>27878073
>Come On Eileen echoes in the distance
>>27879877
Fuck you. Now I need to go watch that video.
>>27879869
Based on her position as commander of a high-profile squadron she'd have to be at least 36-40. The military doesn't put 20 year old rookies in charge of important shit.
Since it's all headcanon anyway, I'll base mine on IRL military practice. Plus, the show has a shortage of older characters.
Posting superior waifu
I want to be hazed by Spitfire.
Thank you Ma'am; may I have another?
page 10 bump
>>27878073
> "You won't believe what they call me!"
>>27882110Spit and swallow
she really is the best waifu
>>27878073
/r/ some Spitfire and Blaze lewds. Green text or art. Either is fine.
>>27879809
I agree anon.Mother and Daughter incest is hot too. Need more of that.
>>27878073
Did you eat my fucking mixtape
>Spitfire
>She doesn't spit fire
Disappointed
>>27882434
No one cares about your mixtape
>>27882451
Clearly you do
cos you fucking ate it bitch
look you're fucking eating it now.
>>27879809
There's not enough art of her mom
>>27882849
I agree, apply to that with Blaze also as she has the same colors as Spitfire and Stormy Flare.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pp0u7vHLqTs
where is motherfukin blu?
every thread i like dies very soon
i cant take this shit anymore
why is she so cute?
>>27883724
Ponies are cute by nature, even when mad.
>>27883753
aint that the truth
>>27883769
That's not how wings work
>>27883820
it's a magical land full of talking colorful ponies and mythical creatures.
nothing works like it should.
just embrace it and think of wingjobs.
>>27878073
You're right, I love that song, and the remix too!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNQoSUyV6Ic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5HLHjyey_I
>>27880217
While I agree with that being an appropriate age for Spittfire, it also wouldn't surprise me if she was in her mid to late 20s at the most. Afterall, we have seen in the show just how effective the Equestrian military is. They can't handle a baby dragon that grows big at all. They can't stop an invasion of their capital city, they can't do a lot of things. I can see them being incompetent enough to put a green officer in charge of an aerial acrobatics unit (not to mention entertainment unit since they do derbys for no apparent reason whatsoever other than to entertain).
>>27883892
Has anyone ever posted these songs before?
>>27883892
goddamn, that definitely woke me up.
more of a fan of worlds though, tbqhwyl
so, there any good firehorse greens out there?
>>27884294
I'm not sure anon. But we could make one if needed, I already put out an request here if anyone is interested. >>27882404
Any requests for a shitty, sleep deprived mouse-artist?
>>27885710
Can I request some Spitfire and Blaze?
>>27885811
sure, doing what? im too damn tired and unimaginative to think of anything.
>>27885902
I may have a few idea, ranging from cuddles to lewds things for example having the two in the shower together, Or have the two flying together. It be cool if they don't have their uniforms on.
I dunno, have fun.
Who is Blaze, exactly?
>>27886059
Blaze is a Wonderbolt like Spitfire, and she looks like Spitfire. but the only different is that Blaze has Purple eyes and a Orange mane and tails.
>>27886996
>palette swapped RD
It doesn't work like that, anon.
>>27886076
does she even have a cutie mark?
>>27887246
I honestly don't know I would guess she would have the same or similar cutie mark
>>27878073
Poster i got from Bronycon this year
>>27888047
that's awesome, what are the dimensions of it?
>>27885623
Shiny, shiny...shiny boots of leather
Whiplash, girlchiiiiild, in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart!
We need ALL the sexy spitfire pics
literally the sexiest
>>27885933
holy fuck this took like 7 hours
yes, it is shit for 7 hours, but with absolutely zero skill, a shitty mouse that jerks around, and an unresponsive trackpad, things get complicated quickly.
>>27889686
and wow, it has transparent pillows and a lightbulb.
this is why i cant have nice things
bumb
>>27890045
>>27889686
>>27889700
Hey thanks anon! Sorry that it took you so long.
Here 2 out 3 Spitfire related items I gotten from Bronycon this year.
>>27883892
I like this version better, desu
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-WSWukoyAI
>>27888047
lucky, m8
>find a nice pic
>clover
>>27891133
I know that feel, bruh. Autism clovers everywhere
>>27881476
Thread ruined. Restart.
>>27891288
They just probably are innocent to the meaning behind it senpai, this better?
>>27891111
Nice Quads
Why is she so perfect?
>all these people all of a sudden
when were you when spitty threads dies
I want to see a green with Stormy Flare in it.
>"So, Anon, have you ever thought about having a family?"
>You twirl around some spaghetti with your fork.
>You sigh.
"Yeah, I've thought about it a few times… I think having one would be nice."
>She grins.
>"Good, because I want to be a grandma already."
>Spitfire chokes on her water.
>>27892096
Continue, please.
>>27892125
If I did, it'd probably never end likemy last Spitfire story.
>>27891787
Thanks
>>27892286
As long as it isn'tshitty;^)
>"Daddy!"
> You barely have time to hear the squeal before an excited ball of mane and feathers came crashing down on your stomach.
> Breath rushes from your lips as you're torn from your sleep.
> "Daddy, Daddy, Daddyyyyy!"
> On top of you the filly bounces mercilessly, enthusiastic beats of her wings lifting her from your belly only to bring her right back down a second later.
"Gah! Alright! I'm up, I'm up! Celestia's teats, Spits, you're going to kill me this way!"
> Propping yourself up on an elbow and rubbing at bleary eyes with your free hand, you find your adoptive daughter perched on her haunches.
> A letter is clutched between her forehooves, and orange eyes sparkle wide with delighted excitement.
> "DoyouknowwhatIgotDaddy?Becauseit'ssupersupercoolandIwantittobeasurpriseforMommybuteeeeeeeeeek!"
> Cut off as your hands descended on her barrel with fiendish intent, the filly is too unprepared to escape your ticklish trap.
"Remember what Mom always tells you, Spits: Fly as fast as you can, but keep a pace on your lips."
> Of course, she's far too busy howling under the ministrations of your fingers on her terribly sensitive wing-joints to properly respond.
> Only when you've ceased your assault and the filly has rolled off onto the bed beside you to catch her breath does she finally talk properly.
> "I - I got - I actually got -"
"Into the Wonderbolts' Trainee shortlist?"
> Spitfire knits her brows in annoyance.
> "You're supposed to guess, Daddy!"
"I did!"
> "You're supposed to guess wrong!"
> Snickering, you roll over and wrap your arms around the filly.
> Any frustration is instantly forgotten as she latches right back on to you.
> "I just can't believe they actually-"
"Believe it. You earned it - and I'm sure you'll do great there."
>>27893631
And forgot pic.
>liking a pony with "Shitfire" as a nickname.
>>27893631
holy fuck
this
continue this right now
>>27893681
(You)
In my headcanon, Spitfire is the tough, strong captain with other ponies, but in an intimate place is submissive and soft.
Birb
>>27893885
>In my headcanon, Spitfire is the tough, strong captain with other ponies, but in an intimate place is submissive and soft
...Is that you... Cookie Boy?
>>27893885
>Submissivefire
Unf.
So, do a lot of people hate Spitfire? I've seen people got really mad and thought she was terrible in the wonderbolt book thread
>>27894821
Based on the success of this thread, I can't safely say that Spitfire is a hated character.
>>27894821
>>27894821
My main problem was she acted so out of line it was almost sad.
I can understand her being mad at Soarin.
I can understand her trying to recruit Dash as she knows her and she's the best candidate they had on hand.
But they made her act like a backstabbing bitch for no reason other than to make the plot work and to have her learn some bullshit moral about Loyalty.
Meanwhile the main 6 have done much much worse and no one even gives them flak for it.I still love my little Firefly and I don't mind her being flawed but holy fuck did they drop the ball
i miss drawfag
>>27888047
its 11x17 poster and its fucking awesome
>>27878073
you mean Spitroast?
Does the best wonderbold need a bump?
So, have you all a best pony plushie?
>>27898280
does the plushe have a hole?
posting a quick, unpolished thing in the process bump
>Another day alone.
>Now, you don’t mean to have a pity party or anything, but it is what it is.
>You stare at the empty glass before you, sitting with the faint hint of the cider that was once in it.
>A sigh escapes you.
>If your dad were here, he’d probably be getting on you about moping around, instead of doing something great and productive with your life.
>But really, what more could you do?
>You’re already something of a ponyland billionaire, having made a company with the help of the few electronic things you brought here with you.
>You’re already the biggest, most globally known person on the entire planet.
>You already have your face, and your story, posted all around for the world to hear about, and have easily amassed a fortune that far surpasses anything the Princesses have ever gotten.
>And, you’re already the most highly regarded businessman in the entire nation, if not the whole globe.
>…But you still have nobody to share it with.
>Now, people would say that money is much better than anything another person could give you, but the popular phrase that money can’t buy happiness really does hold true when you have it for long enough.
>You’ve had your fun with it, you’ve enjoyed the hell out of it, and now you’ve simply taken to donating the stuff because you don’t know what to do with it anymore.
>You let out another sigh.
>The glass before you becomes a blur, as your eyes focus over the empty booth in front of you.
>Not even your money can buy you a relationship.
>With the extent of your loneliness, species became an unimportant factor when you fully realized your predicament.
>Though, all the ponies here are more interested in true love than they are sharing the wealth of an extremely powerful alien.
>You know that you’re feared by lots, here.
>Well respected, sure, but feared.
>>27899086
>In their eyes, you're just a freakishly tall alien with no known origin, no special talent, no magic, and a mysterious intelligence that quickly made you the richest, most important person on the entire planet.
>...But, really, you’re just a regular guy who happened to end up on a random planet with a smartphone.
>The ponies under you were the ones who did most of the work, and you credited them as much as you could.
>But, ultimately, everyone seemed more interested in the story of the single alien who ‘made it all happen’ in the first place.
>Another sigh leaves you.
>But, here you are.
>The sight of you, sitting here in the corner booth of a cheap bar, sucking down inexpensive cider like you came from the desert- says enough.
>Another glass is put in front of you, and the empty one is taken away.
>You manage a small smile, not even bothering to pull your eyes away from the empty seat before you.
>Wasting but a second, you grab the glass and sip down a quarter of it.
>You wonder if Dad would be proud of you now.
>The sound of the entrance bell ringing brings you from your thoughts.
>You glance over to make sure it’s not some kind of reporter pony, tipped to come here and take pictures of you drinking alone.
>Instead comes in a bright yellow pony, with a messy, fiery orange mane, wearing sunglasses and a black hoodie.
>Being here in a small, local bar, it’s unusual to see an unfamiliar face, and this one is definitely unfamiliar.
>The few ponies that come in here during this time are usually as sad as you are, only silently swearing secrecy because they’re either still scared of you, or are too wrapped up in their own problems to really care about your existence.
>The pony sits at the counter in front and takes off her glasses.
>She slowly scans the place and the ponies here, where you horribly try to make yourself not stand out the worst.
>You sink in your seat and try to cover yourself with your shoulder- cover your shame.
>>27899088
>Obviously not being a regular here, you don’t know how much this pony would like to gossip about your location, so keeping low is the best course of action.
>Though, being you, it doesn’t really help.
>You catch a glimpse of her eyes, a bold, yet bright bronze color.
>They’re very pretty.
>Well, more full of life than the rest of the ponies here, at least.
>And despite her being a stranger to this bar, you can’t help but feel you’ve seen her somewhere before.
>But you’re not sure where.
>Probably just from the street or something.
>She raises a hoof and grabs the attention of the bar owner, then orders.
>And you realize that you’re just staring at her like some kind of damn weirdo.
>You turn back to your drink, and the seat in front of you.
>But after a few more seconds, you find yourself looking over again.
>It’s just baffling, seeing a new, sad face around here.
>And a mare, nonetheless.
>You’ve never talked with the few stallions that show up here, but some just look like they’re in the same boat as you.
>Because even though mares completely outnumber guys sixteen to one, you’ve seen how hard it is to get any female attention.
>But that’s mostly because the mares date within themselves, anyways.
>That, and from what you’ve heard, a lot of stallions are dicks.
>And, well, ponies here only care about ‘true love,’ as you’ve said.
>Guys that just strive for one night stands are- not almost, but always- rejected by the ponies here, from what you’ve seen from the other bars you’ve been to.
>Maybe it’s just because of the vibe coming from the guy or what- you don’t know, but even if you aren’t looking for a quickie, seeing all of that really discouraged you from asking anyone out.
>And you’ve already been permanently discouraged BY your lack of said courage.
>It’s a vicious cycle.
>You glance over again.
>For some reason, you can’t help but think, maybe…
>Just, maybe...
>>27899088
>>27899092
Holy shit, I love this.
>>27899092
This is good stuff, dude. Keep it up.
>>27899092
>…Maybe you have a shot at getting a date, here.
>-Probably just the desperation in you growing, but the thought of finally not being lonely is really urging you on.
>And, if there’s a mare showing up at a bar in the middle of the day, then she might be just as miserable as you, in which case you already have something in common.
>And, really, that’s as far as you’ve ever gotten to having a real connection with anyone here.
>You peek over and notice a few stallions glancing at her, too.
>Like lions on the prowl.
>And you’re just a lowly raccoon or something.
>…Well, a powerful raccoon that everyone is scared of, really.
>At least in a psychological sense.
>You’re sure that these guys would all be able to, and would probably happily kick your ass for this mare.
>Against the other, more confident stallions, there’s always something of an ongoing battle, where only the strong survive.
>And here, where the weaker stallions are, it’s no different.
>But, compared to you, they’re the strong ones.
>And they actually ARE stallions.
>As nice as not being lonely anymore sounds, you don’t have a shot at anything compared to the guys within this mare’s own species.
>You sink into your chair.
>God, you really are pitiful.
>If only it were possible to buy yourself a new sense of self-esteem.
>You snort at the thought, and take another sip of your cider.
>More words from your oh-so-helpful dad ring in your ear, while you stare at the table your cider is resting on.
>>”Things won’t change unless you make them.”
>Yeah, thanks Dad.
>…Though, this time around… he may be right.
>If you don’t do anything, you’ll probably just continue to suffer in silence.
>The first mare to see here in three years, slipping right through your fingers.
>You shouldn’t let that happen.
>You can’t let that happen.
>…You probably will let it happen.
>>27899370
>You feel yourself growing anxious.
>Those looks from the other stallions aren’t helping, either.
>If you don’t do anything, nothing will change.
>You’ll still come here every day, and you’ll still feel sorry for yourself until you die.
>-Wow that was really dark.
>But come on, an opportunity like this is rare!
>You can’t just sit here and do nothing.
>Your everything tenses up, and you start tapping the table with your finger.
>Those stallions look anxious, too.
>Probably trying to build up some courage like you are.
>One of them moves a bit, and you instinctively stand up.
>But not without moving both your table and chair, making a loud, grinding noise that tears through the practically silent air.
>The only sound in this place is the faint music from the bartender’s radio, and the ceiling fans above you.
>And you just made the loudest fucking noise ever.
>And now you’re standing.
>The stallions are all watching you.
>The bartender is watching you while silently cleaning a glass.
>The mare up front looks at you for a second, before turning back to the counter.
>So, practically everyone in this place is staring at you.
>You find yourself silently playing with the ends of your suit.
“I… I’m just, uh, g…going to the bathroom.”
>You point over at the bathroom for emphasis.
>Then you stand there.
>And after a few more seconds, you realize you should probably move.
“B-bathroom.”
>You speed-walk towards the men's restroom and slink in.
>Jesus, what the fuck was that?
>What the fuck did you just do?
>There was enough spaghetti spilled to feed every kid in Africa for a year.
>You snort again and lean against a wall.
>Then you hold your head in your hands.
>Christ, what the fuck was that.
>What the FUCK was that.
>Walking over to the sink, you splash some water on your face and just stare at the faucet.
>You can’t believe that just happened.
>>27899468
fucking hell i felt that
>>27899468
>Thoughts run around your head mercilessly.
>You probably just opened up an opportunity for another stallion to swoop in.
>You made yourself look like a massive retard, and now the other guys in there are probably taking advantage of it.
>Hell, what if your presence was what stopped them from making any moves?
>What if they saw you looking at that mare as well, and didn’t do anything because of you?
>-Damn it, you didn’t think of that earlier.
>Feeling this down, it’s really hard to realize how high up you are sometimes.
>You splash your face again.
>Come on Anon, you already made a damn fool of yourself, don’t just leave on that.
>Just the fact that you stood up, even if it made you look stupid, is something.
>You can do this, Anon, you can do this.
>You look at your reflection in the mirror.
>Oh god, you can’t do this.
>Nobody would want to have a goddamn relationship with ET, and here you are, thinking you have a chance.
>…But what if you do?
>Though, you most likely don’t.
>But… what if you do?
>You splash your face again, the action really doing more for you than the water.
>Alright, come on Anon, she’s going to slip through.
>Right through.
>She’s new here, if you mess up, she’ll probably just end up finding a new place to go to, anyways.
>It’s just one pony.
>If you don’t do anything, nothing will change.
>You won’t have anyone to help you wake up in the morning.
>And you won’t have anyone to tell you you’re the most important thing in their life.
>-God, that hit harder than it should have.
>You splash yourself again, this time so fast it gets water on your suit.
“Oh fuck me.”
>This just isn’t your day today.
>You hop over and quickly try to dry yourself with some paper towel.
>While you’re doing so, you feel yourself growing anxious again.
>Imagining those stallions out there, waiting to get their turn.
>And you’re in here, just doing nothing.
>
>>27899703
>Once your suit is dry enough, you slowly start heading towards the door and feel your stomach tighten up.
>And you mean, like, your actual stomach.
>Like it just completely froze in anticipation.
>You put your hand on the door and shut your eyes.
>God, everyone is going to stare at you the second you open this thing.
>The least you can do is make something of it.
>Just, don’t look at anyone else, just walk up to that mare.
>Just walk up.
>That’s it, a simple walk.
>You hold your breath and open the door.
>It squeaks open, and the second you step out, you notice everyone turning to you again.
>You freeze just outside, and the door slowly creaks to a close behind you.
>The noise seems to be taking an hour.
>You stare at the floor in front of you, seeing all the ponies just looking over at you.
>Then something clicks in your mind, and you quickly walk up to the mare.
>And stop.
>Oh god, what are you going to say.
>What should you SAY?!
>YOU’RE IN FRONT OF HER SAY SOMETHING.
>OH LORD YOU DIDN’T THINK THIS THROUGH.
>She turns a bit towards you and raises an eyebrow curiously.
>You walked up, but you haven’t exactly turned to her, in order to attain some subtlety.
>But instead, you managed to get so close to her, it’s not subtle at all, but you’re staring off in a direction that tells others you’re just lost inside.
>Not to mention that she’s looking at you currently.
>For a second you believe that if you stay completely still, everyone will lose interest, ignoring your existence.
>But the next second tells you you’re FUCKING RETARDED AND NEED TO DO SOMETHING.
>You slowly turn to her with a horribly un-confident smile.
“So, what’s a place like you doing at a lady like this?”
>>27899811
goddamit
Would you mind posting a higher res of the one on the left?
>>27900018
Meant to respond to this
>>27891080
>>27900018
>>27900123
Yeah sure anon, give me a bit.
>>27900018
>>27900123
>>27900133
Here you senpai
Also I forgot I had another sketch that I got from Bronycon. More Spitfire and Blaze.
>>27898280
>12 inches
Is it any good?
>>27899811
>“So, what’s a place like you doing at a lady like this?”
Wow, this anon is such a dumbass.
>>27899811
had a small break
>A small moment of silence passes.
>During this silence, what you just said dawns on you.
>Your face slowly twists into a sad frown.
>The bartender glances at you and turns away while he snickers to himself.
>The mare just looks at you, somewhat amused.
>You sigh, then noticing all the looks of the other stallions around you.
>With how silent this place is, there’s no doubt they heard you.
>A few are smiling, others silently laughing.
>Only a few can feel your pain from here.
>With a sad, somewhat blank look on your face, you sigh.
“I’m too drunk for this.”
>That’s a horrible lie.
>You’ve only had two glasses of cider, you’re pretty goddamn sober right now.
>But at least it somewhat softens the blow in your own mind.
>And with that, you slowly walk back and silently sit in your seat.
>You’re aware that saying what you did and walking off probably made matters worse for yourself, but hell IF what you said wasn’t bad enough.
>You scoot towards the end of the seat in order to disappear, then rub your face with your hands.
>That was probably the single most retarded thing you’ve ever done in your whole goddamn life.
>You’ve stood before, and talked to thousands of ponies, all sitting and hanging off your every word in a crowd; you’ve talked through global conferences, big shot investors, and even the Princesses themselves, without a single script or falter in your speech.
>But now here you are, having just finished ruining a cheap pickup line, in front of a complete stranger, and you couldn’t be more ashamed of yourself.
>You place the little paper thing up- the bar’s way of showing you need something, and stare at the seat while the bartender walks over.
>You don’t bother turning to see that stupid smirk on his face.
>”I assume you’re wanting something stronger after that?”
>Sipping your cider again, you nod.
“Anything to screw up my liver, please.”
>>27901061
>He softly laughs and nods.
>”I’ll be right back with that.”
>You stop him as he starts to walk.
“And, I’ll cover the tab of whatever that mare gets. Just… don’t say it was me.”
>He pauses, then smirks again.
>”Sure thing, ace.”
>You watch him walk away, then you finish off the rest of the cider you have.
>What literally just finished happening is all you can think about.
>The scene keeps playing in your head.
>Over and over again.
>You continue to stare past the glass in front of your face.
>And soon, you find another one placed before you.
>The bartender just looks at you, a somewhat sympathetic expression on his face.
>”She said, and I quote, ‘I can pay for my own drinks’.”
>The smile you didn’t have fades.
>All you have to respond with is a nod.
>If ‘fuckup’ is ever put as a word in the Equestrian dictionary, you’re sure someone will ask to have your face as the example.
>With the nod, he responds with one of his own and walks off.
>At least social media doesn’t exist in this place, yet.
>You’re sure you’d already have a few hashtags calling you stupid floating around by now.
>>27901164
>Not even taking a moment to scan what’s in your glass, you take a small sip.
>It burns a bit more, but of course, it’s nothing you’re not used to.
>The sad thing though is that the alcohol here seems to be a bit toned down than what was regularly served back home.
>It’s not completely impotent, but it’s still not the same.
>You only come by here when you’re waiting for some of the more heavier, imported stuff, which is practically all the time.
>And, well, you doubt it would look good to be walking out of a market with bottles and bottles of liquor for yourself.
>Wine is one thing, but whiskey and scotch and all the good stuff is considered hardcore to these ponies.
>So you’d rather suck down this stuff here and wait for some to come by your doorstep, then come back and forth with cheap bottles into your home.
>From what you know, here most drinks are enchanted with things that minimize the health effects of them all.
>Though, with the stronger drinks, said enchantments are less potent, and they’re only usually taken in very small doses.
>Any more than that, and the ponies practically see you as killing yourself, though it still barely does anything.
>So, yeah, coming back and forth with Costco-sized bottles of liquid suicide in the pony’s eye, probably wouldn’t look good on you.
>And with how big of a name you are, you know a lot of ponies are just itching to find something juicy on you.
>You swish around the amber liquid in the glass, then take a deep breath and finish it off.
>You see the bartender looking over at you, and he knowingly grabs the bottle of the stuff you finished drinking, then making his way over to you.
>You merely watch and wait for him to come by.
>He fills the glass half way and puts the bottle on the table.
>”You know, as much as I’m sure you dying would gain publicity for this place, I suggest you take it easy on this stuff.”
>All you respond with is a nod, and he takes the bottle back to leave you be.
>>27901866
>And, despite his words, you don’t take it easy on the stuff.
>You’re not sure what kind of person you are when you’re drunk, because nobody’s stuck around long enough to tell you, but you’re sure you’re the emotional kind.
>The third glass comes by, and you start to think that maybe you should head home instead of getting horribly drunk and making a scene somewhere.
>Your eyes rest on the glass in front of you.
>Once you close your eyes and sigh for the hundredth time today, you think again if your dad would be proud of you.
>Proud not of who you are, but what you’ve done so far.
>Though you never really went out of the way to make him proud, any few words of approval from him were amazing.
>If he approved, you knew you really did something well.
>”You planning on leaving some for me, too?”
>You slowly turn your head to the side and see a pair of big bronze eyes looking at you.
“What?”
>”Bartender over there says you’ve almost emptied an entire bottle of my favorite whiskey. And, judging by what happened earlier, I’d say that sounds about right.”
>You sigh and feel yourself slump over a bit.
“And what, you’ve come over to laugh at me for it?”
>She shakes her head.
>”Actually, I’m more curious why you’re here in the first place, when you definitely have the bits to go somewhere else.”
>She pauses, then manages a small smirk.
>”In other words, what’s a guy like you, doing in a place like this?”
>You lazily stare at her, unamused for a second, then turn back to your drink.
>”And, I’d like to know why you tried hitting on me, then left like that.”
>Eyes never leaving your glass, you barely notice her take a seat across from you.
“Why, want to write a book about it; sell the story to some magazines?”
>She snorts.
>”If I did, ponies would hound after me as much as they would you.”
Boop.
what would you guys do to get her attention?
>>27878073
bump
>>27904044
>get on a cloud
>jump off
>hope she sees me
>end up killing my self.
>>27904044
I wouldn't.
>>27902297
This is some really good stuff anon. Have you wrote anything before?
