Undercover Dates

     Within the police station, Misty Fly directed Soarin and Rainbow Dash into the conference room. It had a mahogany table that stretched from one side of the room to the other. The walls were a deep shade of red, with a black bordering at the floor and ceiling. On the table, many small cups filled with pens sat. There was a blank chart in a far corner of the room. There was only a single window. However, it didn't bring any light into the room. It was covered by some dark purple curtains that reached all the way to the floor.

     Misty Fly, or the Chief, paced back and forth within the room.

     "Dash, Soarin, this is Mr. Fallow Fields. He is a technical rep from lookingforlove.com and he is going to help us track our profiles and and how our suspects correspond to this case." Rainbow Dash stood up and put a hoof to her chest.

     "Hello Mr. Fields. I am Detective Rainbow Dash. I'm also Prism in this whole mess."

     "Yeah, I got that." He replied flatly.

     "Sweet. I'm Soarin. And I'm myself, the whole time."

     Soarin didn't seem to care that be was saying.

     "Now that Mr. Fields is a bit less probable, our next suspect has a screen name if Mr. Possibilities." Misty Fly turned toward the brown stallion. "Can you put up his profile, please?"

     He did so, and a young looking colt appeared on the screen. He had blue eyes, wavy maroon hair, and a dark blue coat.

     "Ohhh, that's niiiiiiiice....." Rainbow nodded while she spoke. She looked at Misty. "That's real nice right there."

     "He looks like a male model." She said as she was enraptured by the profile photo.

     "I was a hoof model." A voice abruptly mentioned.

     Soarin grabbed the pen in front of him. He picked it up and held it flat on his hoof.

      "You want to buy this pen? No?" He curved his hoof upwards and balanced it upright.

     "Now you do "

     Rainbow rolled her eyes. Soarin always got jealous when she admired another stallion. He usually made up ridiculous lies to change the subject.

     "He is an artist, a ski instructor, and he has a charity for foals in orphanages."

     "And this guy is single?" Misty asked to no-one in particular. Fields nodded. "I have really missed out on this online thing."

      Everypony in the room directed their attention to Misty.

Did she forget that she's married? They all unanimously thought.

     "I will just let you go on your own. To work. I'm going to my office."

     Misty awkwardly rose to her hooves and walked out the door. With her gone, Fallow Fields began to speak.

      "So, you have messaged this guy four times."

      "Yeah, I can't get a stupid date with him though."

     "Easy, Blossom Does Cloudsdale." Soarin responded with his usual smirk. He got a view of the computer screen.

     "He looks like a douche."

     "He does not!"

     "He looks like a big bag of douche to me."

     "Urg, never mind."

     Fields broke the short-lived silence. "If you ask me, I think you need to spruce up your profile."

     "Spruce up? Why should it be spruced up? It seems fine to me."

     "Because, you seem boring."

     "Me? Boring? You must have your head on backwards."

     "No, you just need to liven up your profile. I'm mean seriously, who puts Frozen Horizons as one of their favorite tv shows? You need to get.... spicier."

    "Why would you do that? Why would you ever make fun of Frozen Horizons?" Soarin questioned.

     "I don't really-"

    "Dude, why would you take a shot at it?"

     "I never saw it."

     Soarin frowned at him.

Why would you do that to something you have never even seen before?!

     "I will check it out."

     "Ok"

     "On a lighter note, to get this guy's attention,-"

     "Spit it out. What will it take?" Rainbow impatiently tapped her front hooves against the wooden floor.

      "I think we should change everything. We are not trying to attract a thirty year old guy living with his parents."

      Soarin nervously chuckled. Rainbow not-so-subtlety laughed at him.

      "That is so true." Rainbow agreed, still laughing terribly.

     "Pathetic." Soarin mumbled.

      "I  must say that this is the first time I was hoofprinted on a date." Winter Haze and Spitfire were role-playing as a police officer and a suspect at the police station.

       "Sir, just keep cooperating." She looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Or I will have to take you to the interrogation room." Haze chuckled.

      "Spitz! What are you doing?"

     "I am in the middle of a date."

      "How can," he waved his front left hoof in circles. "This, still be going on?"

     "She is 'booking' me." Haze stated, albeit with a large grin.

     "Some of us are in there working are flanks off, doing real detective work. There, in the conference room. While you two are acting like foals out here." Seriousness seeped from Soarin's tone.

     Spitfire and Haze looked at the brown paper bag Soarin had with a newfound interest.

     "What?" Soarin glanced down at the bag, but saw nothing wrong.

     "It is my lunch. My mother packed it. Which is why it is labeled Soar-Soar " He deadpanned. "No pony can steal it. Which happens regularly."

     "Um, well..."

     "Have YOU been stealing my lunch?!" Soarin angrily shot daggers at Spitfire.

     "Hehe, maybe?"