Button's Manehatten Minute

Drive Back to the Hotel

The ride was… quiet, and unsettling. Bruise ended up driving, despite Silence having the keys, and he was pushed to the back of the car. What was even worse was that however the car was made, it ended up meaning that the sound was blocked on its way to him, so he couldn’t hear a thing they said.

Yeah, unsettling was definitely the right word for the experience. It only got worse as Silence told him to get out, and only that when they got to the hotel. It did reassure him at least that he was quite done with his birthday night at least.

In the morning though, after having succeeded in not waking his mom up, Button awoke to a gentle knock. A muffled curse came from his mom’s bed, and he grinned at it, before walking over to the door. Opening it didn’t show any ponies, but instead just a small gift basket with a note on it.

She wouldn’t ever tell you this, but she really enjoyed having a good ‘spotter’ with her as she calls you. If you want to get in contact with her, her gamer tag is Deadshot. Don’t tell her who told you though!
-Bruise

Button blinked a few times, before a small smile slipped onto his face. This prompted the mare that was watching around the corner to grin from ear and ear, before turning to leave. This, unfortunately, turned her into the waiting fist of her friend. After it slammed into her face, Silence shook her fist, groaning as she realized that she’d need to drag Bruise’s fat ass back to base.

She couldn’t quite get rid of the butterflies in her stomach that had spawned when she saw Button last night though, and now they got so annoying as to force her to smile. Stupid butterflies.

Go back to picking up the rifle.

Go back to the beginning.