"Well, here we are. Store with no sign or windows. That'll be ninety-five bits please." The mare looked back up at him. Her peach colored coat glistening with sweat in the mid-day sun.

"Ninety-five? I'm pretty sure we agreed on forty-five." He frowned.

She frowned back. "And I'm pretty sure you didn't even pay me for the first ride." She retorted.

His eyes widened. "Oh shit."

She nodded with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Oh yeah, now, pay up."

Looking down at his pouch of Bits, he untied it from his belt. Opening it up he counted the golden coins. "Five, ten, fifteen..." Quieting himself down as he began to count in his head, the sound of clinking coins the only thing left.

"I've got ninety, is that good enough?" He asked, chuckling nervously. The heat of the sun beating down on his already sun-kissed skin.

The driver turned her nose up to the sky. "Nope. Ninety-five is the penalty for not paying me the forty-five for the first ride."

"I get paid in like an hour, you can come in and take that if you want to wait for it." He offered.

She shrugged. "Eh, sure. I'm off in an hour anyways." She unhooked herself from the carriage. Walking up to him as he stood there rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, lead the way."

He moved to open the door, twisting the knob at the same time as he pushed. Once more the door swung open and flooded the room with light.

Looking into the room, the mare gawked at all the items that hung from the ceiling. Trinkets and knick-knacks of all shapes and sizes swinging gently as the wind from the door opening disturbed their peaceful slumber.

"What in the name of Celestia is this?" She walked inside, her head turning this way and that as she stared on. "Oh god, you're one of those psychos aren't you?" She looked back as she feigned fear.

He laughed dryly. "Yeah, you fell for my trap. Time to cut you up into little bits and feed you to the pony eating pigeons." He said, his voice carrying no emotion.

"Alright alright. No need for that. But for real, why is it all hanging from the ceiling? Haven't you heard of shelves?" She looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.

"This isn't my choice of design, alright?" He massaged his temples. "I mean, I guess it's supposed to mean something. The person who pays the check doesn't tell me, okay?"

"Are you sure they ain't a psycho?"

"I wouldn't know. Never met them."

"You've never met the pony who pays you?"

"Nope. They pay me to do what I do, so I don't complain. Keeps food in my stomach and a roof over my head."

She trotted over to the desk and placed a hoof on it. Looking back at him she asked, "What do you do? I only heard you collect favors. You're not in the Manehattan Mafia are you?"

"Nothing like that. I help ponies. I give them something hanging from here that could help with their problem. They pay me in a favor. I get payed bits for receiving said favor. And so the lights stay on."

"Sorry to say but, all you've got is a candle." She laughed.

He grinned. "Yeah, I didn't say I was rich did I? It's a hundred times better than what I use to do though." He closed tbe door behind him and moved past her. Proceeding to sit in his chair, kick his legs up as he leaned back and sighed. "I basically just wandered the country doing what I'm doing now."

Neither of them spoke for a solid five minutes before the mare spoke up. "So what do you do for fun?"

"Sit here." He said simply. His eyes not opening as he continued to lean back and relax.

"No, like what's your hobby?"

"Try to count how many strings of fiber make up the braids of rope from here."

"You don't drink?"

"Alcohol here doesn't do anything to me, it's like drinking juice."

"No sports?"

"What sport? Pretty sure any team I join would probably win, you guys are pretty tiny after all. Fast, sure, but you guys get tired in the blink of an eye, so..." he shrugged.

"Reading?" She pressed further.

"Fuck that." He said, snapping his fingers with each syllable. "I'm lucky you bastards speak english. But it's like a child had a seizure when they wrote out your alphabet."

"Well you're just a ray of sunshine aren't ya?"

Opening his eyes, he turned his head to meet her gaze. "A ray from the very same sun that sits on Celestia's ass."

She snorted. "Life of the party."

"You bet your fuzzy little head. Party of one!" He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. "Well. I'm tired, gonna have a nap now."

Her eyes went wide. "Wait, what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, count the fibers in the rope, there, boom something to do." He mimicked an explosion with his fingers, and waved her off.

"No! I don't want to go crazy." She cried.

"Fuck it, nap with me."

"Where am I supposed to sleep?"

Raising a hand, he patted his chest. Letting it fall back down onto the arm rest.

Her face immediately flushed red. Sputtering as she tried to speak. "W-W-What?!"

"Good God," he groaned. Letting his legs drop back to the floor, he leaned forward and reached towards her with his arms. Grabbing underneath her foreleg, he lifted her and brought her towards him. Leaning back once more, he settled her down on his chest, draping on arm across her as he gave a sigh.

As she laid there, red faced she didn't dare to move.

"Just, go to sleep already." He mumbled, his voice sounding as if he was on the edge of unconsciousness.

"W-What's your name?" She asked, trying to keep him from falling asleep.

"Fucks sake, I don't know."

"You don't know your own name?"

"Nope, never did, probably never will."

She sat silent for a moment before asking, "Do you want one?"

"I don't fucking care, call me Barry."

"Barry?"

"I swear to everything holy in the heavens above, if you don't go to sleep. I will cut you up and feed you to the pony eating pigeons."

She didn't speak after that.

Once enough time past, she could hear the strange creature begin to snore. It was more like a soft humming than actual snoring, at one point, she thought he was awake, just faking being asleep but decided not to test it.

After even more time passed, she found herself falling asleep as well, the heat that radiated from his body coaxing her, making her eyes heavier and heavier as time went on.

The soft humming of her bed fading away into the distance as she fell away from the world.

Author's Note

End of part one. So what do you think? Mediocre right? If even that. Part two? I don't know, if it's wanted by enough people I guess.