Life's Left Hook

And you're thankful for that...

With the luck you've had in life recently, you're considering going to Las Pegasus for a weekend.

Well, after the tour, of course, assuming this damned ride ever ends.

With that, you let out a content sigh, and drift off to sleep.

After about 8 hours of good quality sleep, you wake up.

Octavia slid out of bed, and the change in warmth was enough to make you stir.

You look over your shoulder and watch as she trots out the door.

And, as she does, you get a pretty good glimpse of the 'leftovers' from last night.

You never DID clean up, after all.

Cadance must be the same way, then.

Heheh. Your maid isn't going to be happy.

After Octavia has left the room and left sight, you back away from the still slumbering Cadance, sliding out of bed without waking her up.

You slide on a fresh pair of boxers, some jeans, and a t-shirt as soon as you find them.

And, it's just now, as you're getting dressed, that you remember.

Your suit is scattered across the room.

Grumbling, you start looking around, hoping the wrinkles aren't too bad.

You find your tie, your dress pants, and your shoes at the foot of the bed.

Your dress shirt and jacket are thrown around, and you grab them and put them on hangars.

They'll need to be washed or ironed, but it doesn't look like too big of a deal.

And, even if it was, you're surrounded by mares that probably know what to do.

After getting all of that sorted out, you walk out the door to the living room.

First thing you see?

Trixie, out colder than a stone on the couch.

And, as a lovely touch, there's a pile of vomit on the floor in front of the couch.

Your maid is going to despise you.

Shaking your head at Trixie's predicament, you look around a bit more.

No Scootaloo.

No doctor.

You wonder where the hell they went.

Especially Scootaloo.

And, it's just now that you notice Octavia is nowhere to be seen, too.

Huh.

A little bewildered, you go to make some breakfast.

They'll come back.

They have to, once they smell your bomb-ass breakfast.

'Cause you're makin' WAFFLES.

But, there's one problem.

You don't know where Cadance's waffle iron is.

And, soon, you realize you'll probably never find it, concerning her bag is basically an abyss.

After a sigh, you decide to settle for something simpler.

There's a complimentary breakfast in the lobby, you think.

At least that's what you heard.

Oh, so THAT'S where they all went!

With that, you walk straight out the door and go downstairs to the lobby.

You can smell...

Eggs.

Coffee.

LOTS of coffee.

No waffles seem to be there, though, judging by the smells as you walk towards the lobby.

Once you get there, it doesn't take you long to find everyone.

Octavia has just sat down next to the doctor and Scootaloo at a table close to the small food court.

Scootaloo is having a bowl of Cheeril-Es, possibly the blandest cereal you've ever tasted in your life.

The doctor and Octavia are both having a cup of coffee, and what appear to be blueberry muffins.

You like muffins.

With that, you wave, capturing their attention as you approach.

"Mornin', everyone," you say, taking a seat as you reach them.

"Good morning,"

"Buongiorno,"

"Hey man," they all chime in at the same time.

You stretch a bit, and you hear your back crack.

"I see you all found the... Food..."

Cuore nods, taking a sip of coffee from her cup.

"Ze vittle vone vas hungry."

It takes the filly a moment, but finally, her words sink in.

"Hey! Stop calling me little!"

The doctor scoffs a little at the filly, and then nods, rolling her eyes as she smiles.

"As you vish. It's going to be difficult not to, however. You're just so cute."

You can tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to say 'and annoying' on the end of that sentence.

And, concerning how she's been... In the way, you'd be inclined to agree, somewhat.

But, well, after the night at the cemetery...

You shake the thoughts out of your head.

No sense in making a fuss.

You look at Octavia, resting your arms on the table.

"So. Tavi. What's the plan, now?"

"The plan?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"We're going back to the station and going to Flankfurt via train. Concert's at four."

"Sweet. When are we getting there?"

"Around noon, I'm guessing."

Scootaloo looks at you, offering an adorable smile.

"Can we go set up my new scooter?! I've been waiting for, like, a day!"

You laugh a bit at the filly, and how ecstatic she is about her new scooter.

"Sure. If we can find a park, or something, I'll help you put it together."

"Awesoooooome~!"

She goes right back to munching happily on her cereal, occasionally drinking from her juice box.

You rest back into your chair, letting out a groan as you stretch your legs.

"So, how much time do we have on our hands?"

Octavia gives you a confused look.

"Erm, hands?—Oh, right. We have about an hour until we should head out."

"Want me to wake up Cadance?"

She nods.

"It might be a good idea."

You nod yourself, standing up out of your chair.

"Gotcha. Oh, and Octy, you might want to take a shower."

She looks up at you as you stand, looking a tad insulted.

"Well, why's that?"

You gesture with your finger towards the grey pony in question.

"Earlier, when you were leaving the room, you, uh..."

You look to your right, noticing Scoots is still there.

"Had some leftovers."

Immediately, she has the most embarrassed of looks on her face.

Scootaloo looks utterly confused, and the doctor starts snickering, covering her mouth with her hoof in a futile attempt to contain her giggles.

"I-I think I'll take care of that right now, actually..."

She hastily gets out of her chair, and starts trotting out the lobby.

"Wait, leftovers?" Scootaloo asks innocently.

"She got some asparagus on herself when she ate. 'Leftovers'."

"Oh. Heh."

You give yourself a pat on the back for that nice little bout of bullshit, and head on back to the room.

"Don't let Scootaloo bounce off the walls too much, doc."

"I'll try."

Smiling, you walk down the halls, up the stairs, and to your room.

Upon entering, you hear the shower running.

You also see a passed out Trixie and Cadance.

There are bags under the bags of her eyes.

Poor girl.

You walk up to her, and scratch behind her ears.

"Mornin', sweetheart."

She lets out a low, gargley moan.

"Good morning... Ugh..."

You give her a hopeful look, scratching under her chin.

"Didn't sleep well last night?"

Her eyes close as you scratch, and she relaxes a bit.

"Nope."

You pull your hand away and let out a 'hmm'.

"There's coffee down in the lobby."

She nods, starting to turn towards the bathroom door.

"I'll probably go get some in a bit. I have to shower first."

"Uh, Octavia's already in the shower."

She turns her head, raising an eyebrow at you.

"So?"

You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow.

"She's cleaning up last night's mess." you say, as if it should be obvious.

"I have to do the same thing. I'm sure she won't mind sharing," she says nonchalantly, trotting to the door.

"You should come with. You're probably just as filthy."

It doesn't take you long for you to make up your mind.

"Sure, why not?"

Besides, your dick was still a little sticky, and you're probably sweaty.

Hopefully it wasn't that bad.

With that, Cadance turns to the door, and reaches up to open it.

Sadly, it's locked.

"Oh–Who is it?!" Octavia yells from inside the shower.

"It's us–Anon and Cadance," she replies. "We need to shower."

"Oh, okay! I'll be out in a few minutes! I just have to–"

"Why can't we just shower together? It's not like it matters, at this point."

There's a bit of silence for a moment on Octavia's end, and all you hear is the patter of the water on the floor, as well as a few hoofsteps.

Soon after, the door swings open, revealing a sopping wet Octavia.

"A fair point. Come in. The water's still warm."

"We're in a hotel, Octy. The water's always going to be warm."

Both of the mares stare at you for a moment with a quizzical look, and you can't help but feel you've missed something.

Octavia just shakes her head and turns around.

"No matter. Come on. Shower. Now. Chop chop. I'm on a schedule."

You oblige, taking off whatever clothes you had on and putting them right outside the door in a heap.