Hitpony

After I got home, I didn't sleep to well. Any noise from outside made me jump, and I was awake until at least 2 in the morning. When I finally woke up, I laid in bed too tired to get up, but unable to sleep any more. After a while I managed to drag myself out of bed and get in the shower. Afterwords I grabbed the paper and skimmed through the front pages. I sighted with relief as there was no breaking news, but I knew that I wasn't clear yet. Not by a long shot.

I decided that going to work wouldn't be the best idea for at least today. My first thought was to see what Party was doing, but he doesn't leave his bed until at least noon. Even then he's not in a mood to do anything until 3, an hour before he goes to the club. So, I had around 5 hours to burn. Shit.

The clock on my wall went off, and I saw that it was finally 3. I put away the book that I was reading and the remnants of my lunch. I threw my saddlebags on and left to head towards Party's place. The cool autumn air blew my mane aside, causing me to shiver. I had thought about bringing a jacket, but I didn't really feel like it. The weather was in that awkward stage between when it's comfortable with a jacket and when it's comfortable without it. Whether or not you have a jacket, it just doesn't feel right. Yet another reason why I hate the fall.

I walked down my front steps and then around and into the woods behind my house. I felt that walking through the center of town wasn't the best plan. Plus, I liked the woods. Not many ponies walked through there, and those that did were too busy looking at the scenery to say anything.

5 minutes later I walked onto Party's street, and headed towards his house. His stuck out with all of the plastic cups strewn across the yard amongst other debris. I walked up the steps and knocked on the door, but only received a mumble as a response. I knocked again with more force.

"What do you want? It's too early to be bothered." I heard from behind the door. He swung the door open and looked at me with an exhausted look.

"Rise and shine. It's almost 3:10." I replied to him.

"Hey, what's up?" he managed to say while rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, I just decided to take a day off. Can I come in or not?"

"Sure" he replied, stepping away from the door. As usual the place was a mess, but it was none of my business. I sat down on a chair next to a window in his living room. He closed the door and laid down on the couch. "So what's up with you skipping out on work?"

"You know that I make plenty of money at the shop. Plus, owning the place means that the only things I really pay for are food and drinks."

"Yeah. I still don't get how you're able to make so much off of a store that sells random things that you almost never need."

"Simple supply and demand. Though there's a low demand, the supply is even lower. You can't find any of that stuff anywhere else, which means that I get to make my own prices."

"That still sounds corrupt."

"Are you kidding me? Finding all of the shit I have in the store is hard enough. The extra that they're paying me is for all the trouble I go through."

"Riiight." He said with a skeptical nod. "What'd you call it? The 'finder's fee'?"

"Yeah. And don't criticize what I'm doing."

"Apologies if it sounds like you're ripping off everypony that steps hoof in your store."

"Give me a break."

"Whatever. I'm grabbing some food. Want anything?" Party said as he got up and headed to the kitchen.

"No, I'm good."

Party walked back out of the kitchen with a sandwich and some hay fries on a plate. He ate what he had and then we left for the club, even though it was early.