My little Derpy 2: Dr. Whooves got in!

The next day, I was at the bar, drowning my sorrows in alcohol. Dinky had moved out to live with that Dr. Whooves figure. I spotted a blue Pegasus at the other side of the bar making rude gestures at me. And for what?

I walked over to him. “Ya got a problem?” I said.

“Matter of fact, yes,” he said, his voice was familiar, but the slurred voice and the alcohol mad it difficult to tell. “I just got a divorce and now…” he started mumbling. He hung his head and started crying. I heard the single word, “Dashie.” It was Soaren. Co-captain of the wonder bolts.

“Hey, man,” I said, trying to comfort the heartbroken pony, “it’s okay. I just got my heart broken today.”

Soaren sniffed. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Hey speaking of which, what would you know about Dr. Whooves?”

“Oh, he’s the pony who has that weeping princess statue thingies.”

Weeping Princess statue? Oh, no. I’ve heard about those things. They chase you down and freeze when you look at them. But as far as I know, Derpy doesn’t know that Whooves has those statues. I had to save her from becoming Derpy Whooves.

“Look, Soaren,” I said, “you were a jerk to Rainbow Dash, and you could do WAY better than her. I know I did.” I relived that evening with Trixie in my mind.

“Well,” I said, “good luck finding the one pony that’s right for you.”

“Bye, Autora.”

“Bye, Soaren.” And I left.