I've never been one for dresses, but I made an exception. I hadn't had a date in a while, so along with being nervous, I dunno what to wear. So I decided on a simple black dress I had in the back of my closet. It's the only dress I have, so it's not really an option to change. It's nothing special, my dress, is just solid black, with white ruffles at the bottom of it. I examine myself in my vanity mirror, the back of the dress had two wing shaped lumps under it.

"This is why I never wear this." I say to my cat, who's laying on my bed. She meows at me as if to say 'why?' "It's because I can't use, or move, my wings at all. They're going to be cramped." I tell her, she gives a half-hearted meow than rolls over to go to sleep. She's a black cat, so I'm not worried to much about her fur getting everywhere, but it's still noticable if you look close enough. I heave a nervous sigh, flip my mane to the other side of my head, and head out the door, locking it behind me. I exit my apartment building, seeing everypony back to normal after yesterday's events. I head to the edge of the sidewalk, and hail a cab carriage.

"Now you, look beautiful!" Silver compliments me as I walk up, half hour later.

"And you... Rather dashing." I return the complement in a Royal Canterlot accent. He's wearing a tux, with a silly snowman tie. "But what's with the tie?" I ask him, as we walk into my favorite restaurant, nighttime view, only open for dinner hours, pure glass ceiling to watch the stars.

"Don't like it?" He asks me.

"Don't get butt hurt." I say, bumping into him, pushing him a little." It's just silly."

We reach the counter and wait to be seated.

"Table for two?" The maroon waitress asked us, I nod. "Right this way." She tells us, guiding us towards the back. I walk behind silver as we get to our table. We sit across from eachother in a corner. Silver took the corner side so he could watch the room. I ask for a cup of water but Silver starts off heavy with a cup of cider. The waitress nods, writes it down on a pad of paper she's levitating with an orange glow. She sets down our menus and walks away.

"Cider? We don't even have our food yet and you're gonna get drunk?" I say, sounding almost like a repremand.

"You havvvvve noooooo idea how well I cannnnnn handle! Alcohol..." He answers, acting drunk. The waitress sets down our drinks a couple seconds after he said that. Breaking the momentary silence I thank her for the drink, as does my partner. I order a haygrass and Daisy salad and silver got something in some other language. We hoof the waitress our menus and she walks away.

"You know what I'm confused about?" I ask Silver soon after the lady left.

" No tellin' " he replies.

"How the M.E. found that piece of paper in the flank meat. That paper wasn't nearly big enough to portrude enough to be noticable." I say, not caring about the others around me eating.

"Mabey he saw where the killer cut the flesh to put the paper? I dunno, I'll ask him sometime." He says, taking a drink of his cider after. We sat in silence for a bit, I sat admiring the hansom Stallion in front of me. In my staring I noticed in-between sips of cider he would look beyond. But not a wondering eye looking around. A 'I see my target' look. I lean in closer and ask him.

"What's going on?"

He leans in closer aswell.

"I can't tell if that guy's really fond of this corner, or he's watching us." He tells me. I lean back and Silver watches the guy 'fond of the corner'. It seems Silver doesn't like the looks of him. He gestures a hoof at him and I turn around and look. Two great big stallions get up, pick him up, and drag him out of the restaurant. I turn back around to Silver.

"Are there fucking agents watching us?" I anoyingly ask him.

"The two that got up where, the one they grabbed was not." He tells my coldly.

"Why the hell are there agents!?" I yell at him as quiet as I can.

"You're being stalked and targeted. I had to make sure your safe."

"That's sweet of you, but why didn't you t-" I'm cut off by the waitress coming over and putting our food down. I thank her then turn my attention back to Silver.

"Why didn't you tell me!?"

"Because this is a date, i'm doing my best not to let anything stop that. And besides, those where the only two, they voluntarily did this." He tells me, starting to eat, whatever it was he got.

I had no response to what he said. So I ate in silence. The next hour we were there I had three glasses of cider. Bad idea, I dunt handle alcohol well.

I was walking completely off balanced the way home. Silver had to basicly carry me. Which he could because he only had that one thing of cider. He got me to my apartment and he tries to open the door.

"It's locked." He tells me.

"Shhhiiiit!" I manege to get out. "I leeeeeft my key in there!" I point to the door.

"Dammit, well, looks like you're crashing at my place. Come on!" He says, pulling me along.

"Buuut my kiiiiiiiiiity." I stumbley say. Staring at the door as he pulls me down the hall.

"He'll be fine." He reasures me.

"Itsssss a she!" I yell.

"Okay okay." He says

We arrive it his place, I think about twenty minutes later.

"Soooooooo, I dunt have a couch or spare bed. So you can have my bed, I'll sleep on the floor." He says, guiding me to his room.

"Nuh uh." I remark, stumbling to get in front of him and stand in his way. "I wanna sleep with you!" I say, poking his nose.

"Nah it's good. I can take floor." He says, puting his head under me, than picking me up, putting me on his back. I dazily look around as he carries me to his room. He places me on his bed and starts to walk away.

"Nuh uh." I say again. He turns to me and walks back over

"What?" He asks

"Nuh uh." I say for the third time. "I wanna sleep with you." I poke him on the nose again.

"No, really I got fl-" I cut him off.

"No silly, sleep with me." I say, pulling him in and forcing my lips on his. I feel his face burn.

I can't remember anything else after that.

Author's Note

This chapter was mostly a filler to get that stalker into the plot. 😆

But wow Andreah, somepony hasn't gotten laid in some time