Fallout Equestria: Sleepless in Seaddle (Closing, IC)

[Morlodania]

"Maybe, has the taste of alcoholic beverage dissapeared?" Ghost asks, blushing even more.

"Umm... I dunno... It might have. I don't taste the Vodka anymore, so probably." Trit looked to Ghost awkwardly. These past couple hours had been... Confusing, to say the least. She had made out with a mare, been asked to have fun with a stallion, attacked her best friend, and was now asking him to kiss her. This was probably the most confusing day of her life, and she was totally unsure of the question she had just asked in the first place.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"Maybe, has the taste of alcoholic beverage dissapeared?" Ghost asks, blushing even more.

"Umm... I dunno... It might have. I don't taste the Vodka anymore, so probably." Trit looked to Ghost awkwardly. These past couple hours had been... Confusing, to say the least. She had made out with a mare, been asked to have fun with a stallion, attacked her best friend, and was now asking him to kiss her. This was probably the most confusing day of her life, and she was totally unsure of the question she had just asked in the first place.

"I guess there is only one way to find out." Ghost replied, feeling extremely awkward.

[La Bandera Roja]

Dunder trotted around the town, until he happened upong a building, non-descript like most others. The door was cracked a little open. He pushed a hoof a little inside, "Hello?" He called into the house, the same one where Ghost and Trit were

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Dunder trotted around the town, until he happened upong a building, non-descript like most others. The door was cracked a little open. He pushed a hoof a little inside, "Hello?" He called into the house, the same one where Ghost and Trit were

"Hold that thought." Ghost said to Trit, a little disappointed. Ghost puts the helmet back on and walked down the stairs, "Who's there?" Ghost asked.

[La Bandera Roja]

Dunder jumped, but didn't draw any arms, he knew better than that. "Sorry... Just..new here, and I need some help." He said.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Dunder jumped, but didn't draw any arms, he knew better than that. "Sorry... Just..new here, and I need some help." He said.

"Well, can I have a name?" Ghost asked as he was coming down the stairs, then he saw the uniform, "I recognise that uniform, you ex-military?" He added. He also took off the helmet with his telekinesis knowing that the visitor doesn't want trouble.

[La Bandera Roja]

"Y-yeah..." Dunder replied, "At...least for now. My name is Dunder Blust I...er... was a soldier in the NCR Army." He greeted, "What about you, do you have a name?"

[Soul Edge]

Poet looked out into the crowd and laid eyes on a rather dashing Stallion. Although she could clearly tell he was indeed a Steel Ranger of some standing by his rigid posture, even if he didn't quite look it. Happily, Poet descended the stairs with a certain grace that was at times unique to her, and her cohorts. Carefully she made her way to Cylon and smiled. "Aid? Against the Seaddle Coterie I trust? Oh! That's absolutely wonderful! Please, follow me up to my room please, we can discuss this sensitive matter upstairs," Poet said happily and made her way up the stairs.

Cylon smiled, following the mare up the stairs, he got on good terms with her and that is a major success. Whatever information she had to share with him, he would share in return. Knowing her, Poet will put the technology his Steel Rangers have to helping the unfortunate, Cylon wouldn't mind as long as the pony race gets back on track as the strongest species in the world with him and Poet ruling them. The green stallion began trotting upstairs, stopping to glance back at the construction zone and former scene of the Steel Ranger battle from a while ago, memories from the battle that took place on his bunker's monitors suddenly put him into a rage inducing sense of nostalgia as he remembered detesting zebras. Yet it was just three of them that held off a entire fucking Ranger squad with inferior training and equipment. The thought brought a terrible whistle of a unbearable frequency in the nearby vicinity of the stallion, causing every window of The Prancing Pony Inn to shatter instantly, the green stallion held tightly in the grip of his hooves the iron rail of the stairs and bending them out of proportion as the frequency halted.

"Come on everypony... smile smile smile. All I really need is a smile smile smile..." Cylon sang softly to himself, pulling out a bottle of medicine and quickly grabbing for a pill, downing it quickly and cleared his throat. A few deep breaths later and he finally finished the flight of stairs to talk with Poet.

[Morlodania]

Zing nodded. "Don't worry." he said, "My big, big brother Sec, taught me that patience is a virtue, right Jast?"

"That's right Zing." said Jast, finishing his sandwich, "Are you almost ready to leave, you two? I'm sure that the waiter will be back with the check."

Kindle looked a Jast. "Yeah, I'm ready to go!" He grinned broadly, happy to be with such good friends, and looked over to ZIng. "You're a really good shot, you know that?"

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"Y-yeah..." Dunder replied, "At...least for now. My name is Dunder Blust I...er... was a soldier in the NCR Army." He greeted, "What about you, do you have a name?"

"I'm Ghost, I too am ex-military. I worked in a independant military not controlled by faction. Until they were wiped out of existence by a zebra mercenary crew sent by Opium. He wasn't happy we stopped his shipment from going through, I'm the only survivor." Ghost said, " What can I help you with?" Ghost then asked.

[The Flutterlands]

"Y-yeah..." Dunder replied, "At...least for now. My name is Dunder Blust I...er... was a soldier in the NCR Army." He greeted, "What about you, do you have a name?"

"I'm Ghost, I too am ex-military. I worked in a independant military not controlled by faction. Until they were wiped out of existence by a zebra mercenary crew sent by Opium. He wasn't happy we stopped his shipment from going through, I'm the only survivor." Ghost said, " What can I help you with?" Ghost then asked.

Pitch turned to see the stallion at the door. He waved drunkenly at him. "Hello... Uh... I'm Pitch..." he turned to the mare in his arm, "and this is... Olive Oil... We're kinda drunk at the moment... heh heh... I'm the servant here..."
Olive Oil smiled and waved at the newcomer. "Hello..." Shen then turned back to Pitch. "Wait... you're a servant?" she asked.
Pitch smiled smugly at Olive Oil. "Does that... bother you?"
Olive shrugged. "To be honest... I'm so drunk, I hardly give a fuck..." She turned to Ghost. "Hi... are you like... Pitch's master, or something?"

Zing nodded. "Don't worry." he said, "My big, big brother Sec, taught me that patience is a virtue, right Jast?"

"That's right Zing." said Jast, finishing his sandwich, "Are you almost ready to leave, you two? I'm sure that the waiter will be back with the check."

Kindle looked a Jast. "Yeah, I'm ready to go!" He grinned broadly, happy to be with such good friends, and looked over to ZIng. "You're a really good shot, you know that?"

Zing turned to Kindle. "Thank you." he said, "My brothers taught me how to shoot. Gave me my own rifle last year for my birthday. I'll let you use it when we get to back to the shooting gallery. Maybe one day, you can be a mercenary too, like my brothers. Do you want to be a mercenary? I want to be a mercenary..."

[Morlodania]

Zing turned to Kindle. "Thank you." he said, "My brothers taught me how to shoot. Gave me my own rifle last year for my birthday last year. I'll let you use it when we get to back to the shooting gallery. Maybe one day, you can be a mercenary too, like my brothers. Do you want to be a mercenary? I want to be a mercenary..."

"Umm... I might, I dunno... RIght now, I just wanna have fun, whatever I am. If being a mercenary is fun, I'll be a mercenary. Mercenary mage, but still, mercenary. I might even try and tag along with you!"

Pitch turned to see the stallion at the door. He waved drunkenly at him. "Hello... Uh... I'm Pitch..." he turned to the mare in his arm, "and this is... Olive Oil... We're kinda drunk at the moment... heh heh... I'm the servant here..."
Olive Oil smiled and waved at the newcomer. "Hello..." Shen then turned back to Pitch. "Wait... you're a servant?" she asked.
Pitch smiled smugly at Olive Oil. "Does that... bother you?"
Olive shrugged. "To be honest... I'm so drunk, I hardly give a fuck..." She turned to Ghost. "Hi... are you like... Pitch's master, or something?"

Trit came downstairs after a little while. Ghost had answered the door, but... She was worried, she didn't know why. When she got down stairs, Ghost was talking to some random Stallion, and Pitch had a mare under his hoof. Wait... A mare under his hoof? Trit couldn't allow that. Pitch was immortal. While she wanted Ghost now... She wanted to keep her options open. Especially for the one who was the ultimate thwart of Death. She went to Pitch's other side, and leaned against him lightly. "What's up, hot stuff?"

[The Flutterlands]

Zing turned to Kindle. "Thank you." he said, "My brothers taught me how to shoot. Gave me my own rifle last year for my birthday last year. I'll let you use it when we get to back to the shooting gallery. Maybe one day, you can be a mercenary too, like my brothers. Do you want to be a mercenary? I want to be a mercenary..."

"Umm... I might, I dunno... RIght now, I just wanna have fun, whatever I am. If being a mercenary is fun, I'll be a mercenary. Mercenary mage, but still, mercenary. I might even try and tag along with you!"

"Can he join us?" asked Zing, turning to Jast, "Can he? CAN HE?"
"Well... That'll be up to Trit." said Jast, as he finished paying the bill. "Trit as a 'thing' about death... So, maybe. If you do, then you'll be a great addition to our crew, Kindle. We always need a unicorn on the team... Yeah. The Boss would love having you on our side."

Pitch turned to see the stallion at the door. He waved drunkenly at him. "Hello... Uh... I'm Pitch..." he turned to the mare in his arm, "and this is... Olive Oil... We're kinda drunk at the moment... heh heh... I'm the servant here..."
Olive Oil smiled and waved at the newcomer. "Hello..." Shen then turned back to Pitch. "Wait... you're a servant?" she asked.
Pitch smiled smugly at Olive Oil. "Does that... bother you?"
Olive shrugged. "To be honest... I'm so drunk, I hardly give a fuck..." She turned to Ghost. "Hi... are you like... Pitch's master, or something?"

Trit came downstairs after a little while. Ghost had answered the door, but... She was worried, she didn't know why. When she got down stairs, Ghost was talking to some random Stallion, and Pitch had a mare under his hoof. Wait... A mare under his hoof? Trit couldn't allow that. Pitch was immortal. While she wanted Ghost now... She wanted to keep her options open. Especially for the one who was the ultimate thwart of Death. She went to Pitch's other side, and leaned against him lightly. "What's up, hot stuff?"

Pitch turned to Trit, and smiled drunkenly at her. He wrapped his other hoof around Trit. "Oh... Hi Sexy... heh heh... did I introduce you to Olive Oil?" He then turned back to Olive. "Olive Oil... this is Sexy Trit..."
"'Sexy Trit?" Olive frowned, "I didn't know that you already have a marefriend..." she said, eyeing at Trit.
"Don't worry..." said Pitch, giving Olive a kiss on the cheek. "Sexy Trit said that we still have yet to know each other well... right Sexy Trit?" He then gave Trit a kiss on her cheek as well.

[Morlodania]

"Can he join us?" asked Zing, turning to Jast, "Can he? CAN HE?"
"Well... That'll be up to Trit." said Jast, as he finished paying the bill. "Trit as a 'thing' about death... So, maybe. If you do, then you'll be a great addition to our crew, Kindle. We always need a unicorn on the team... Yeah. The Boss would love having you on our side."

Kindle got out of the booth after the bill way paid. When Jast stated that 'The Boss' would love to have him, he hopped around happily. "Yay, yay! I might get to join! Yay!"

Pitch turned to Trit, and smiled drunkenly at her. He wrapped his other hoof around Trit. "Oh... Hi Sexy... heh heh... did I introduce you to Olive Oil?" He then turned back to Olive. "Olive Oil... this is Sexy Trit..."
"'Sexy Trit?" Olive frowned, "I didn't know that you already have a marefriend..." she said, eyeing at Trit.
"Don't worry..." said Pitch, giving Olive a kiss on the cheek. "Sexy Trit said that we still have yet to know each other well... right Sexy Trit?" He then gave Trit a kiss on her cheek as well.

Trit looked at Pitch, then Olive, then back at Pitch. "I changed my mind, hot stuff." She kissed him, dead on the lips, and watched Olive for a reaction. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but it sure as hell was fun.

[The Flutterlands]

"Can he join us?" asked Zing, turning to Jast, "Can he? CAN HE?"
"Well... That'll be up to Trit." said Jast, as he finished paying the bill. "Trit as a 'thing' about death... So, maybe. If you do, then you'll be a great addition to our crew, Kindle. We always need a unicorn on the team... Yeah. The Boss would love having you on our side."

Kindle got out of the booth after the bill way paid. When Jast stated that 'The Boss' would love to have him, he hopped around happily. "Yay, yay! I might get to join! Yay!"

Jast, Zing, and Kindle left the Tavern. When they returned to the Shooting Gallery, they repeated the same process from before and went back to the same booth from before. Only that this time, the target was brand new.

"So, you want to know how to shoot, eh?" asked Jast, looking down to Kindle, "Have you learned anything already from watching Zing?"

Pitch turned to Trit, and smiled drunkenly at her. He wrapped his other hoof around Trit. "Oh... Hi Sexy... heh heh... did I introduce you to Olive Oil?" He then turned back to Olive. "Olive Oil... this is Sexy Trit..."
"'Sexy Trit?" Olive frowned, "I didn't know that you already have a marefriend..." she said, eyeing at Trit.
"Don't worry..." said Pitch, giving Olive a kiss on the cheek. "Sexy Trit said that we still have yet to know each other well... right Sexy Trit?" He then gave Trit a kiss on her cheek as well.

Trit looked at Pitch, then Olive, then back at Pitch. "I changed my mind, hot stuff." She kissed him, dead on the lips, and watched Olive for a reaction. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but it sure as hell was fun.

Pitch's mind exploded when Trit kissed him on the lips. His heart throbbed with tensed up energy. "Well... You can join us..." he said, smiling like an idiot. He kissed her back, dead on her lips, He held there for awhile, before pulling away.
Olive gave Trit a death stare, as she kissed him. How dare she? She's ruining her mission! She needs to act fast, but wait! Maybe she could somehow take advantage of this... and use the opportunity to get rid of her. "Yeah... why not? I do mares too." she said bluntly. Her mind was still woozy from drinking too much, but, at least she still had the focus to plan.

[Morlodania]

[Jast, Zing, and Kindle left the Tavern. When they returned to the Shooting Gallery, they repeated the same process from before and went back to the same booth from before. Only that this time, the target was brand new.

"So, you want to know how to shoot, eh?" asked Jast, looking down to Kindle, "Have you learned anything already from watching Zing?"

"My daddy tried to teach me when I was 6... I remember to control my breathing, and you told Zing to aim for the middle, so I'll try that, too." Kindle grinned shyly. His dad had tried to teach him, but they had been interrupted before he ever got to fire a shot.

Pitch's mind exploded when Trit kissed him on the lips. His heart throbbed with tensed up energy. "Well... You can join us..." he said, smiling like an idiot. He kissed her back, dead on her lips, He held there for awhile, before pulling away.
Olive gave Trit a death stare, as she kissed him. How dare she? She's ruining her mission! She needs to act fast, but wait! Maybe she could somehow take advantage of this... and use the opportunity to get rid of her. "Yeah... why not? I do mares too." she said bluntly. Her mind was still woozy from drinking too much, but, at least she still had the focus to plan.

"Sorry, hun. I'm a one mare act." Trit looked at Pitch, and smiled a little. "Me or her, hot stuff. One or the other." She almost felt bad about making him pick, but she would keep this proposal if he accepted. She was determined to keep Pitch relatively clean of anypony else. If that meant doing things she normally wouldn't, so be it.

[The Flutterlands]

[Jast, Zing, and Kindle left the Tavern. When they returned to the Shooting Gallery, they repeated the same process from before and went back to the same booth from before. Only that this time, the target was brand new.

"So, you want to know how to shoot, eh?" asked Jast, looking down to Kindle, "Have you learned anything already from watching Zing?"

"My daddy tried to teach me when I was 6... I remember to control my breathing, and you told Zing to aim for the middle, so I'll try that, too." Kindle grinned shyly. His dad had tried to teach him, but they had been interrupted before he ever got to fire a shot.

"Where is your daddy?" Zing asked, as he handed Kindle his rifle.

Pitch's mind exploded when Trit kissed him on the lips. His heart throbbed with tensed up energy. "Well... You can join us..." he said, smiling like an idiot. He kissed her back, dead on her lips, He held there for awhile, before pulling away.
Olive gave Trit a death stare, as she kissed him. How dare she? She's ruining her mission! She needs to act fast, but wait! Maybe she could somehow take advantage of this... and use the opportunity to get rid of her. "Yeah... why not? I do mares too." she said bluntly. Her mind was still woozy from drinking too much, but, at least she still had the focus to plan.

"Sorry, hun. I'm a one mare act." Trit looked at Pitch, and smiled a little. "Me or her, hot stuff. One or the other." She almost felt bad about making him pick, but she would keep this proposal if he accepted. She was determined to keep Pitch relatively clean of anypony else. If that meant doing things she normally wouldn't, so be it.

Pitch began sweat. He never had to make such a choice; not even between Paradise and Sunflower. He already knew that Sunflower would have been his soul mate... have been. He looked back and forth at the two mares who sandwiched him. If only he wasn't so drunk at the moment, then maybe he could have an easier time choosing. "Uh..." he said, unsure of himself.
"He chose me!" Olive interrupted, "Pitchy here promised me a good time. He should he keep his promise, right Pitchy?"
Pitch looked to Olive, then to Trit. He smiled nervously at her with a chuckle.

[Morlodania]

"Where is your daddy?" Zing asked, as he handed Kindle his rifle.

Kindle looked at him, and took the rifle slowly, then looked down. "Daddy... Daddy's dead, Zing."

Pitch began sweat. He never had to make such a choice; not even between Paradise and Sunflower. He already knew that Sunflower would have been his soul mate... have been. He looked back and forth at the two mares who sandwiched him. If only he wasn't so drunk at the moment, then maybe he could have an easier time choosing. "Uh..." he said, unsure of himself.
"He chose me!" Olive interrupted, "Pitchy here promised me a good time. He should he keep his promise, right Pitchy?"
Pitch looked to Olive, then to Trit. He smiled nervously at her with a chuckle.

"Aww, but Pitchy Witchy here loves me, doesn't he. I'm soooo hot, he just couldn't resist, could he?" She subtly raises her temperature, pushing against him subtly. "And if he picks me, he'll have the hottest time of his life." She grins broadly, and kisses Pitch's cheek again.

[The Flutterlands]

"Where is your daddy?" Zing asked, as he handed Kindle his rifle.

Kindle looked at him, and took the rifle slowly, then looked down. "Daddy... Daddy's dead, Zing."

"Oh..." said ZIng, looking down, "I'm sorry... Daddy died in battle with Mommy... my brothers always tell me stories about their adventures... at least you have memories... I only have dreams..."

Pitch began sweat. He never had to make such a choice; not even between Paradise and Sunflower. He already knew that Sunflower would have been his soul mate... have been. He looked back and forth at the two mares who sandwiched him. If only he wasn't so drunk at the moment, then maybe he could have an easier time choosing. "Uh..." he said, unsure of himself.
"He chose me!" Olive interrupted, "Pitchy here promised me a good time. He should he keep his promise, right Pitchy?"
Pitch looked to Olive, then to Trit. He smiled nervously at her with a chuckle.

"Aww, but Pitchy Witchy here loves me, doesn't he. I'm soooo hot, he just couldn't resist, could he?" She subtly raises her temperature, pushing against him subtly. "And if he picks me, he'll have the hottest time of his life." She grins broadly, and kisses Pitch's cheek again.

Pitch stared at Trit. He smiled widely, then looked to Olive, and shrugged. "Sorry, Olive. Maybe next time..."
Olive scowled, and pushed away from Pitch. She stormed out of Trit's house filled with anger for she had failed her mission given to her by Opium. When she went further enough away from the house, she changed with a green flash into her real form: a horned, black insect-like pony; a changeling. Olive Oil spread her wings and took off, returning to Opium's. No doubt she would be punished. At least though, she has some information.

Pitch watched as Olive leave the house. He then turned to Trit and grinned "What do you have in mind, Sexy Trit?" He kissed her cheek.

[La Bandera Roja]

Dunder greeted Ghost, "Pleasure to meet you, Ghost." The pegasus pulled down his scarf away from his face, uncovering Dunder's light brownish grey coat. He then pulled his goggles over out from in front of his eyes to reveal his light brown, almond shaped eyes. He pulled the goggles back onto his helmet.
That's when he heard the greeting from the other ponies, he looked over Ghost's shoulder and looked at the pony who greeted the pair. Dunder waved, "Hello, Olive Oil and Pitch, I'm Dunder." He said and smiled lightly, that's when another mare came down, how many other ponies were there? This was a sizable house after all. When the three ponies in the back started to get lovey, Dunder looked back to Ghost, "Uhm...maybe I... should go... I don't want to intrude." He said, motioning with a hoof at the ponies in the back.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Dunder greeted Ghost, "Pleasure to meet you, Ghost." The pegasus pulled down his scarf away from his face, uncovering Dunder's light brownish grey coat. He then pulled his goggles over out from in front of his eyes to reveal his light brown, almond shaped eyes. He pulled the goggles back onto his helmet.
That's when he heard the greeting from the other ponies, he looked over Ghost's shoulder and looked at the pony who greeted the pair. Dunder waved, "Hello, Olive Oil and Pitch, I'm Dunder." He said and smiled lightly, that's when another mare came down, how many other ponies were there? This was a sizable house after all. When the three ponies in the back started to get lovey, Dunder looked back to Ghost, "Uhm...maybe I... should go... I don't want to intrude." He said, motioning with a hoof at the ponies in the back.

"No, you're not intruding, they just had a little too much to drink. They should sober up before morning. Anyway, you said you needed help?" Ghost asked, ignoring what's happening behind him.

[La Bandera Roja]

"I just was wondering if I could get help, since I am new here and I don't know where anything is, maybe get a few extra caps before I have to go back." Dunder siad, swishing his long tail side to side

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"I just was wondering if I could get help, since I am new here and I don't know where anything is, maybe get a few extra caps before I have to go back." Dunder siad, swishing his long tail side to side

"Well, I was going to put together a little mercenary crew if you're interested. Could use another member with a military background. Pay should be decent." Ghost said. "As for sightseeing, I'm not entirely sure where everything is, but I can show you where some of the local plays are." He added, still ignoring Pitch and Trit.

[Morlodania]

"Oh..." said ZIng, looking down, "I'm sorry... Daddy died in battle with Mommy... my brothers always tell me stories about their adventures... at least you have memories... I only have dreams..."

Kindle hugged his friend. They were the same, those two. Orphaned because they were born into a horrible time. "At least we're together, right?"

Pitch stared at Trit. He smiled widely, then looked to Olive, and shrugged. "Sorry, Olive. Maybe next time..."
Olive scowled, and pushed away from Pitch. She stormed out of Trit's house filled with anger for she had failed her mission given to her by Opium. When she went further enough away from the house, she changed with a green flash into her real form: a horned, black insect-like pony; a changeling. Olive Oil spread her wings and took off, returning to Opium's. No doubt she would be punished. At least though, she has some information.

Pitch watched as Olive leave the house. He then turned to Trit and grinned "What do you have in mind, Sexy Trit?" He kissed her cheek.

"Hmm... We could do whatever you wanted, hot stuff. I'm here for you, not the other way around." Trit knew she would regret this later, somehow, some way, somepony would make her regret this, but she needed to keep up her act, to make sure Pitch wouldn't have to deal with losing somepony like he did with Sunflower again. Plus, if she could find Baelfire, she might just be able to stay with this pony forever. She rubbed against him, and kissed his cheek. "What'll it be, lover?"

[The Flutterlands]

"Oh..." said ZIng, looking down, "I'm sorry... Daddy died in battle with Mommy... my brothers always tell me stories about their adventures... at least you have memories... I only have dreams..."

Kindle hugged his friend. They were the same, those two. Orphaned because they were born into a horrible time. "At least we're together, right?"

Zing nodded with a smile. "And I also got my brothers... Say, you don't have any brothers do you? Do you want me to be your brother?"

Jast just stood there smiling, as the two friends talked, as friends; soon to be like brothers, no doubt.

Pitch stared at Trit. He smiled widely, then looked to Olive, and shrugged. "Sorry, Olive. Maybe next time..."
Olive scowled, and pushed away from Pitch. She stormed out of Trit's house filled with anger for she had failed her mission given to her by Opium. When she went further enough away from the house, she changed with a green flash into her real form: a horned, black insect-like pony; a changeling. Olive Oil spread her wings and took off, returning to Opium's. No doubt she would be punished. At least though, she has some information.

Pitch watched as Olive leave the house. He then turned to Trit and grinned "What do you have in mind, Sexy Trit?" He kissed her cheek.

"Hmm... We could do whatever you wanted, hot stuff. I'm here for you, not the other way around." Trit knew she would regret this later, somehow, some way, somepony would make her regret this, but she needed to keep up her act, to make sure Pitch wouldn't have to deal with losing somepony like he did with Sunflower again. Plus, if she could find Baelfire, she might just be able to stay with this pony forever. She rubbed against him, and kissed his cheek. "What'll it be, lover?"

"Well..." smiled Pitch, "I was planning on sharing these two bottles of vodka with that other mare... Olive Oil... Want to go up to my room and share with me?" He returned the kiss Trit gave him.