One week in. I'm surprised that we made it. Pinkie must have been spreading the word about the shop for a while because we've got some publicity somehow. We've gotten around maybe thirty ponies to drop by, but most were mothers with whiney colts and fillies. They were the worst. It's hard to listen to them screaming over some candy they can't get, we have special candy for the older folks. My sister or I catch the attention and offer chocolate that was molded to hold hard cider. About one in four bought two or, more boxes. They weren't expensive on our part, but it helped them when they are alone or want to pass out.

One of our regular customers had started coming to the shop during this time. Blitz, a white Pegasus stallion, with a lime green mane, and half a heart for a cutie mark. He is unique because of his marefriend, which is a zebra. Nopony really questions why, but they seem to be happy together, so we leave them alone. He comes in for all different kinds of candies for himself and his lover, ranging from sweets, sours, and all in between. His marefriend is kind of crazy, he once came in as a griffin, why? The zebra poisoned his cherries with potions, poor thing. He doesn't want to mention what happens after the crazy experiments are preformed on him, but he is usually tired.

He came in one day looking for something sweet and sour, we pointed to the best options and we chatted while he was checking out. "The marefriend of yours, why she keep poisoning you?", I ask him.

"She was an assistant of Zecora a while back and has been finding ways to get me to test her creations"

"But, can't she accidentally kill you, or something?"

He shrugges and says; "She's usually careful, but I once had three potions battling it out inside of me." He shudders. "Poison Joke, species spell, and gender bender. It caused me to become that female griffin in the middle of heat. It wasn't pretty."

"May Celestia bless your soul."

"She did, but with a catch." He grabbed his purchase, sucking on a lemon drop as he went back to that crazed zebra of his. He comes back for different items for either him or his marefriend, and is always happy to do so. I won't understand him, but I'm not gonna eat any cherries from him anytime soon.

Our other faithful customers are DJ PON-3 and Octavia, the local musicians are usually coming in a monthly basis. They come in every so often have a good time, and became friends with my sister. I never really bothered them, only when I need to get by or tell them their price to pay when buying candy. Sadly for me, I was a super fan of the DJ. She was always pumping out beats and sick tunes, I enjoyed them all, even the ones were both of them make a dual genre song. I went to one of the clubs she was in to only find out she passed out before I got there. Party ponies, you never know what they are going to do, even when they waste your money for you. Soon enough my sister invited them over one night for a get together, they came and had a good time. I wasn't involved, except for the prank I had waiting for me in the morning.

It was a Saturday. My time of peace and privacy. The three of them had fun Friday night, signing, enjoying some food, and talking about what stallion was perfect for Drizzle. It was nice hearing her laugh with friends, I got some sleep. I soon regretted allowing them over. I was asleep, dreaming about a love story between me and some mare that was in the shop earlier, it was ok. Until nothing but the sound of loud bass filled my ears. The three mares managed to get a amplifier into my room, quiet enough to not wake me up, and blast it. They laughed their flanks all the way downstairs into the kitchen, and would not forget the first successful prank on me. "It's like eleven. Why did you wake me up?", I said groggily.

"Well, we were hungry and you are a good cook and the host.", said Drizzle.

"Me? Your the hostess! I wasn't apart of your get together." I replied.

"Well she invited us, and your the colt of the house.", said the giggling DJ.

"It woke me up too, even with your noise reduction spell.", inquired Octavia.

I sigh and make my way over to the kitchen. They wanted my "famous" Canterlot Toast . An odd breakfast, but I get some bowls and plates and start making the toast slice by slice. They seemed to enjoy it very much. It was going fine until our guests were swapping spit after they managed to get butter on their lips. It was uncomfortable for the time, and they apologized afterwards.

They stayed for about three hours while I tried to get more sleep, and soon left to go about their own business in Ponyville. I probably won't know what love feels like, or who I'll be with. I just hope it's a amazing mare like the two thst just left. I managed to get PON-3's name; Vinyl Scratch, after a playful disciplinary talk about manners at the table. Maybe I'll look for one. I doubt it but I rather get to sleep, I need it more than food, air, or anything. Just sleep. It's all I need.

Author's Note

Whelp, chapter two is done, I'll try to update frequently. Maybe every week. I always open to criticism.