Fashion Model

Walking up the street to Fleur’s house, the setting sun that had once turned the sky into an orange sea dips below the hills as the day fades to night. All at once the lamps that lined the side walk flickered on and lite the way.

The suit was a perfect fit; the seamstress really knew what she was doing. You had picked it up at noon like she told you. You had also placed a shoe order in, and they too fit like a charm. So far this night was going good. If only you could find this damned address, a Garmin would be perfect right now; even a TomTom, or Google maps. You had gotten lost about twenty minutes ago when you gotten into the high class district. Asking for directions would be against the man code, and you’re a goddamned man, so no asking.

All the houses in this part of town had huge lawns with green grass and costumed built metal fences with initials on them. So all you had to do was find the one with and “F” and a “D”, or would she use and “L”? Pacing kind of slow, as to not sweat, you continue walking. Looking down at the paper reading it to yourself, you don’t notice the guard walking in the opposite direction.

Accidentally bumping into him, he falls on his rear, the light impact only made you stumble backwards.

“Sorry about that,” the guard says getting up and dusting himself off.

“No problem, I wasn’t paying attention, I was just trying to find this house,” he motions for the paper; giving it to him he reads the address and gives slight nod.

“So do you need any help?” He asks giving you the paper back.

“No, I can find it, I just have to be there by six-thirty,” with a little smile, he looks around for second.

“Alright, but you might want to hurry, the clock at the bank down the street says you’ve got twenty minutes before your late,” he bids you a good night and continues on his patrol.

“Oh,” he said grabbing your attention, “Take a right at the next corner and it’s the third house down,” damn. That doesn’t count as breaking the code.

“… Thanks,” like he said, you take a right; as soon as you do you see a carriage down the street.

You arrive at the house, and dear God it was beautiful. She had a metal gate with the initials “F” and “D” just like you thought. A concrete path ran up from the street to her house which was surrounded by lush green grass. The front yard looked to be half an acre, with a little tree on the left side of the path.

“Ah, hello ol’ chap, I was beginning to wonder when you would get here,” Fancy Pants steps out of the carriage and greets you. “I thought you were going to skip out on the poor girl.”

“Nah, I would never do that,” looking around you don’t see any sign of Fleur. “So, where is she?”

“She’s still getting ready. She loves to be fashionably late. Even when we were a couple she loved showing up last to get all the attention,” they were a couple?

“You had a thing with each other?” He looks up at the house to see if Fleur is coming.
“Not really, it was only for a month, and we just decided to keep it strictly business.” You really shouldn’t ask what happened but…

“What happened?” By the look on his face, he doesn’t seem to mind the question.

“She wouldn’t put out for me,” you give a disgusted look. Chuckling, he continues. “No, I was just kidding, when she finds someone she likes; she tends to get a bit… clingy. After a while it just got old,” taking everything he just said, you both stand in silence for a minute.

“So, when you said you were just kidding about her not putting out; does that mean she did or you were just kidding about that being one of the reasons why you two broke up?” You didn’t really want to hear the answer to this question.

“Nonsense, I’m a gentlecot good sir. I would never try something like that in such a short time,” His answer is what you were looking for,

Quietly the fence opens up, Fleur steps through and gives a polite smile. She wasn’t wearing anything fashionable; she had put on a white pearl necklace and her eyelashes looked straightened to perfection.

“I hope I’m not interrupting an important conversation,” her voice was sweet and the little grin on her muzzle was out right gorgeous.

“Haha, of course not my dear,” Fancy laughs it off.

Opening the door for Fleur, she steps in the carriage. The peach perfume she wore was heaven to your nostrils. Fancy pants was next to get in. Once in, he motions for you to step in and nods to the driver that you were good to go.

As the bumps of the cobble stone rocked the carriage, the three of you sat in silence. That seems to happen a lot when you’re around. Always silence, you’d think someone would have a conversation starter.

“You know, I never got your name stranger,” Fancy Pants agrees to her question. “Actually I wouldn’t mind knowing a lot about you.” Her eyes stare into yours as she leans forward to look at you past Fancy.

“Well, I guess telling a little bit about myself wouldn’t hurt,” telling them your name, and how you arrived, nobody notices you have arrived at the party until the driver opens the door to let Fleur out. Stepping out after Fancy Pant, A giant building that resembles a museum stands high and mighty. Looking over you spot a sign which reads “Art Gallery grand opening.”

Walking in through the giant double doors, a recession desk is the first thing you spot. You also notice that the main lobby breaks off into four different directions for different types of art.

“The party gathering is this way,” As Fancy leads you three down one of the halls, you can feel the eyes of some of the ponies looking at you. Shacking it off you continue following Fleur’s nice Flanks.

The hall opened up to a catering room lined with tables. They had a buffet of salads and other assorted fruits and grasses across the room.

Fleur had the biggest smile on her face as she walked in, you could feel her bump against you, and noticed that see was in fact walking closer to you.

The two of you take a seat down at a table as Fancy goes off the chat with some of the other guests.

“You do rather clean up well for a doughnut dunker,” Fleur says scanning every inch of your body. Of course you don’t know what to say now.

“Thanks, and you look really good tonight too, for a poster pony,” Your little retort gets a cute giggle out of your date.

You can still feel eyes locking their gazes on you, pretending to stretch you take look around and see some of the ponies whispering to each other.

“Good evening, sir and madam, would you like some Champaign?” A waiter suddenly appears next to you.

“That sounds lovely, we’ll have the best you’ve got,” She says with a fake smile. He scribbles something down on his pad and walks off.

A deep sigh from Fleur catches your attention; she has a little frown now, but still looks rather good with it.
“Is something wrong?” You ask sounding concerned

“It’s just that these parties are always boring, I always try to do something to get to paparazzi to focus on me, but I’m just so bored.”

That maybe explains a few things. The waiter puts two glasses on the table filled with the Champaign.

“Enjoy your drinks,” he gives a slight bow and backs away.

Fleur starts to sip on hers a little and sets it back down; you on the other throw it back like a shot of whiskey.

“Ah miss Fleur it is so good to see you again,” a light blue pony with big ass shades comes up to the table, her accent was like a German speaking in English.

“It’s good to see you too, Madam Finish,” her mood seemed to have perked up a little.

“And who is this creature, such beauty and style,” the pony puts her front hooves in your lap and inches her face closer to yours. You can feel her breath on your face.

“This is my date he’s-“ Fleur gets cut off as the pony interrupts her.

“I want him,” damn, she didn’t even buy you dinner first. “He shall be famous, we will work the magic,” with that she runs off. Wow that was weird. You give a Fleur a “What the fuck just took place” look.

“Uh, I’m just gonna go look at the art,” getting up Fleur stands up as well.

“I think I’ll go with you, I'm about to fall asleep,” the two of you walk out of the room and down random hall ways talking about anything that came to mind. It was actual really enjoyable. Fleur was still sipping on her drinks as you continued to walk.The rest of the night was really going uneventful until Fleur started to sip her drinks a little faster and faster until she had a little wobble to her walk.

Standing in front of a painting about to be unveiled, you and her stand in a small crowed, the pony yanks off the cover to reveal the work. Everyone stands in awe taking in the masterpiece.

“It’s a box,” you say blatantly. One of the ponies turns back to you.

“No it’s not, a statement to society that we need to let our thoughts run free,” this guy really wants to argue, you can tell by his voice.

“Bullshit, it’s a red box with blue lines coming out of it, I could go grab a sharpie and draw it better with my ass hole,” they seem taken back by your comment. Fleur bursts out laughing.

“Haha, yo-“ *hiccup* “your funny,” she’s pretty wasted. How much did she drink? The group of ponies give her some odd and concerned looks.

“I think it’s about time we took you home,” you start leading her out of the building back to the carriage. Maybe Fancy can find his own ride home.

Walking out of the building you spot a clock and see that it’s ten- twenty five. About three hours of drinking will intoxicate anybody most likely. So her situation is pretty understandable. Calling for the driver to bring around the carriage you continue to help Fleur keep her balance.

The driver hops down and opens the door for you two; you pick up Fleur and set her in with just enough room for you.

“If you could just take us to her house please,” he closes the door and a second latter you feel the carriage jerk to life.

Fleur puts her head in your lap and passes out instantly, paying no mind to the bumps and little jumps of the carriage once again created by the street. Unfortunately that didn’t last long, half way down the road she lifts her head and vomits in your lap.

You recoil in surprise which makes you smack your head on the roof. Moving her head off your lap, you take off your white undershirt you begin whipping off the vomit being sure no to get any on Fleur. As before you don’t notice the carriage stop again, the door opens and the driver gives a heavy sigh as he sees the mess.

“I’m sorry, I can-“he cuts you off by holding up a hoof.

“Just don’t worry, it happens a lot more than you’d think,” feeling bad; you pick up your passed out date and carry her up to her house. The pony pulls away and head down the street.

With barely any lights on in the house you have some trouble making it up the stairs to find her bedroom. Eventually you do and place her in the bed. Heading back down you find a sofa and grab an extra blanket and pillow, pulling off your ruined pants you lay back and relax. Thinking back on the night you smile to yourself.

"I guess it could have worse," You close your eyes and begin drifting to sleep. She won't mind if you stay over on the first date will she?