Noire and Arils

Oxyde’s mane was once more neat and organized in a ponytail when she pulled out another clipboard.

“All right, state your problem-” Oxyde said, interrupting herself with another yawn.

“Well as you know from the diner Noire and I spent the--uhh, we kissed.” Yeah, but not with our upper lips, hey-yo! Her dirtier mentality threw in.

“As I understand it, you’re in a romantic relationship with the mare in question, right?” Oxyde said, her writing interrupted with a sputter followed by a stutter.

“W-what? Noooooo, no way, we’re just friend, Arils and I? No. No way. Never, nope, nope, nope. Write down ‘never in a million never’ no. No!” A skeptical look was thrown at Noire.

“I think I’ll just write down ‘ask again later’...what make you kiss Arils anyways?” Noire started to get a bit red.

“Well, err, I was a little drunk to be honest, probably wasn’t even my intention to--wait a minute, why am  I even here!? Arils took advantage of me in a moment of indecision and alcoholism! I should be pissed off!” Noire stood up and was about to walk out before Oxyde calmly called her back over.

“You couldn’t have been drunk enough to lose all decisiveness, your liver had oxidized all of the alcohol by the time we met the next day and you exhibited no signs of a hangover...although I suppose the afterglow could’ve blocked it out.” Noire did a double-take at that comment but the doctor was still writing.

“I was asking what made you make the conscious decision to sleep with her.”

“I’m not sure...I guess it was...I mean...she was so level-headed and we were actually talking about stuff at the bar and well, she was being sweet. When Arils wants to, she can be a really understanding pony y’know.” Noire waved her hoof avidly as she talked, something, Oxide noticed, she only really did when she was being directly honest and remembering something.

“Plus, y’know...it had been such a long time since I’d...well, done something like that. It was a moment of insecurity and Arils kinda took that insecurity by the hoof so to speak.”

“Right…” Oxyde was still writing, intensely. “Well, I already have a full personal psychiatric file on Miss Arils-”

“-which is?” Arils asked, already sort of knowing the answer.

“She’s a mean, big, fat, doody-head…but I’m not sure if you have deep-seated romantic interest for her of if it’s just physical desire. It’s hard to say at this point in time.” The filly got up and trotted over to her desk.

“It’s hard to tell at this point Noire, but I’d recommend you do SOMETHING about it. The sexual tension is so thick you could touch it, and the situation is intervening in both your social and professional life.”

Noire watched the doctor put her clipboard on the desk before she picked up her wallet. “And now that I can stop being a doctor, let’s go get a drink...as friends.”

Dr. Oxyde licked her lips excitedly and bounced in her chair as her drink was brought over. A large, possibly radioactively pink sundae was bought over. It may have looked childish, but Noire knew the drink’s alcohol content was almost as ridiculous as it’s appearance. Both were trumped only by the sheer amount of sugar it contained.

Luckily, the bartender serving them knew Oxyde’s situation, so he didn’t blink twice at serving the apparent ten year old drinks. (The doctor’s temper was well-known for grievences she got about her age). Noire watched the filly stick a large straw into the drink and start sipping.

“You’re going to get diabetes, and it’s all going to be your fault.” Now that the doctor’s bouncing and chanting of the mantra “yummy, yummy, yummy” had subsided, she gave the detective a sidelong look.

“You can’t judge me, at least I don’t get drunk enough to do yucky things to my friends…” The filly insisted, sticking her tongue out at the detective as a grey hoof shoved her.

“Doc! Not in public!”

“No one cares Noire,” The doctor said, taking another drink before stirring her ungodly cocktail. “And even if they did, I’m sure Guenivere’s promiscuity is known far and wide, so they wouldn’t be surprised.” Oxyde now stirred her fervently and angrily, as though she were trying to drown the thick, goopy bubblegum mix.

“By the way, you seem especially upset about Arils, what’s with that? She’s really a nice pony at heart and I know she teases you a lot but-” The filly scoffed.

“Please, nice? That pony came to me asking for a favor, she has no idea how to regulate her emotions, she can’t interact with someone without making fun of them, she’s nothing but a chatty, filthy, meanie, jerky BITCH.” Her stirring reached a crescendo as she spoke, but at the last word, Oxyde covered her mouth, sweating profusely.

“Doc? Doc?” Noire said, waving her hoof in front of the pony, who seemed to think the whole world had stopped to glare at her and was now looking quite small.

“I said a no-no…” Oxyde said, lying on the counter and covering her eyes as Noire rolled hers. Anyone who knew the doctor well enough was familiar that the same spell that had allegedly stunted her growth had also affected some parts of her mentality.

It was to be assumed that swearing was one of them.

“C’mon doc, talk to me here, what do you mean she came asking for a favor, what did she do to you?” For a moment, as the doctor’s head slipped out from the down position, it seemed like she was about to cry, but she quickly got over it and raised her head jauntily.

“It’s not my place to say, and I don’t want to discuss it.” The pony then took another sip of her beverage as the detective sighed. The filly stubbornness was nearly famous, if she didn’t want to discuss something, it was NOT to be discussed.

“All right kiddo, but what should I do about this situation? The way I see it, I can either go out with the filly or-”

“-or if things get drastic--which they are--you can move out.” The detective seemed uncomfortable at the prospect.

“I dunno...Arils and I have lived together for over a year already, we’re just starting to get used to one another-”

“-and she’s already getting used to your hoo-haa...Noire, this is a lot of stress to be putting on you. I don’t think you get that it takes a lot more than one night to be able to develop a relationship well.

“If you aren’t comfortable with taking what you have to the next step, and if you think she can’t handle not being with you just as much as you can’t then you’ll need to cut her off.”

“Isn’t that a little drastic?” Noire asked the filly, who was still on her high-horse and likely still distracted.

“Oh of course it is, way over-the-top, but I’ve never known you as a filly to half-flank something. If you don’t go into this with all of your heart and effort it won’t even work out as friends.” The filly then giggled.

“And if I know Arils, she won’t be able to keep her hooves off of you...she’s a huge dummy, but she DOES care for you detective, and she has a whole lot of passion, just try to see if you can reciprocate that passion.”

And, always one for dramatic exits, the doctor paid for her drink and left wordlessly. Leaving Noire with her thoughts.