30 Days In The Hole

The Mayor kicked her bottom hooves against the empty air. She shifted back in the elegant wire chair, rubbing her hooves along the sides. She slanted her head over to the right, trying to look as if she listened to every word. Yet she just felt so tense that she could hardly really breathe.

For Pete's sake, it's him, and it's me. We've gone through all of this. Why do I keep thinking as if I'm that lanky little filly with the cola bottle glasses getting stood up? Getting looked down upon? Brown finished his little story, and then he made a big smile. He pushed his hooves against the cafe table. I... just have to know. Is it really, really love?

She giggled nervously, and she tried to focus one again. She gazed at his face, his beautiful mane fluttering across his eyes like always. She then stared straight down, watching her bottom hooves wiggle through the crystal clear glass. She heard a rustling behind her. Ah, the server will be here in just a moment.

She felt Brown's hooves moving down across the table. He then delicately rubbed them against the tips of her hooves. She looked up at him, and she nudged her glasses back up on her face. "I'm really, really glad to be here," Brown said. He made that aggressive little smirk of hers, but she couldn't stop gazing into his eyes. It just looks in there like... shelter.

"For you, madam," the server pony said, putting out a small plate in front of her. Her eyes ran across the light, crispy hay fries, which made her mouth water, over to the dark green casserole, coated in mysterious white spots that made me a little naurous. She looked out and saw Brown nudging his own, much larger plate, closer.

Please, dear Celestia help me, let he not dig in like at the eating contest. The Mayor reached out for her sparkling glass of club soda. She let out a little sigh of relief as Brown magically lifted up a fork and stabbed it against a big hunk of eggs in cheese. She glanced down at her own plate, moving her own hooves along the sides.

"AHHH!" The Mayor called out. Diners flipped around and stared at her all across the cafe. Her hooves jumped off of the plate and then flew up to her face. She stared at them for burns, feeling a sea of painful tingles flowing through her.

"Sarah," Brown whispered. She glanced out, and she saw him nudge himself right besides her. He ran his tough, muscular hooves along her own soft hooves. He reached down and kissed them. She felt his poofy mane rubbing all along her shoulder. After what felt like an eternity, Brown leaned back and stood up; her hooves felt perfectly fine with his touch.

It's love! He suddenly felt as if she was covered in wool. She shifted about in her chair, curling her legs beneath her. Brown looked at her blankly as he sat back down. She opened her mouth to say something, but she stopped. He really is serious. He really is the type that might put a ring on me. She really couldn't put anything into words. Yet it didn't matter. Brown gazed back at her, and she ran her long, grey mane along her neck. He understood completely.

"Back to our regularly scheduled program," Brown said. They both smiled, and they dug in. The Mayor couldn't believe how hungry she felt, and she sped through. She then eyed the last, smelly hunk of casserole on her plate like a barbarian invader at the gates. She glanced up at Brown, who had about half of his meal to go.

"Oh, rats, I'm out of soda," she muttered. She went to hold up a hoof.

"Forget that!" Brown said, and he reached down. The Mayor shifted down and looked at his satchel. Her eyes grew wide as he held up two big grey flask. "Such an occasion like this calls for the appropriate..." He swung his head around. "Libations!"

The Mayor shivered in place, but she tried to force a smile. "Oh, yes, of course... I... Right..."

"Oh, you don't..."

"Why, of course I'm fine." She reached out and seized one of the flasks. "I'm going to be practically living off this stuff, anyways." She popped the top off and smiffed. The warm, sickly sweet kiss of alcohol shot through her senses.

"To..." He began, and then he paused to think up the right words. He slanted his head to the side. He then smiled. "Aw, what the hey, 'This is to us', I say."

The Mayor nervously smiled. She curled her face forwards, lifting up the flask. The things we do for love! She sipped in a big dose. For a split second, she couldn't feel a thing. Then, pleasure rained out from the top of her brain all along her body.

"This tastes just great!" And I guess I've not as much of a lightweight as I had thought.

*Thunk*

The Mayor's body slumped off of the chair and crumpled onto the ground.

"Uhhh... I guess I'll see you later at your place, then," Brown muttered. "Check please!"

The End