Cade YYZ's Unfinished Tales

SECOND CHANCES

“Order up!”

Pinkie Pie bounced her way over to the bar, working her calves with every jump. She placed the order of cupcakes and turnovers on the counter, the sweet, sweet aroma of fresh-baked sweetbread working its way up to her nose, tempting her to lean down and sniff them. She almost did, but, as Mr. and Mrs. Cake would say, it was slightly unsanitary to have one’s nose on someone else’s food. Something about AIDS?

As her latest customer left Sugarcube corner through the revolving door, Pinkie grabbed a sanitary wipe in her mouth and proceeded to wipe up the crumbs of food on the counter, sweeping them into the trash can on the far corner of the table. She also sucked up a fair bit of the lemony-tasting liquid in the wipe.

"Hey Dashie, c'mere. I need some super-awesome advice from a super-awesome pony!"

Rainbow Dash walked behind the bar through the saloon-style doors, half-floating on her wings. She was covered in black soot, and had a large amount of burnt crumbs sprinkling her, a byproduct of her new job at Sugarcube Corner. She may not have been the best cook, but she sure enjoyed burning things!

"Waddya need? I'm game!" Said the rainbow-coloured pony. She carried a tray of tarts on her neck, balancing it precariously between her powerful, compact athletes' shoulders.

              "Taste." Pinkie held out another sanitary wipe on her hoof, offering it to Dash. She had a surprisingly serious look on her face.

"Umm... Okay. You pay me... boss." She took a wipe, and eyed it with suspicion. She contemplated what she was about to do, and swallowed (?) her pride, and shoved the towlette in her muzzle. She chewed for a minute, squeezing out the juices onto her tongue, tasting the lemony flavor.

"So?"

"That... may just be the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted." She attempted to scrape the remaining lemony flavor off of her tongue with her hooves.

"Hmm... I thought so. Thanks!" Thanked Pinkie.

"Your welcome... I guess. What did you want it for anyways?"

"We'll..." Started Pinkie, "I've been needing some new ideas lately, since Mrs. and Mr. Cake, you know, passed on. I need some new flavors to keep the business booming, and my ideas have run dry. Like a drought. Hey, have you heard of the drought in Appleoosa lately?" Rambled Pinkie. Her head was bowed low, if in deep thought. Or maybe shame, if it were somepony else.

"All-righty then. You go. I'll close up shop. Its seven already!" Rainbow set down her tray, eyeing it to make sure no confectionary treats were M.I.A.. Pinkie tended to sneak some for the ride home sometimes.

Dash walked over to the wall and, with a press of her hoof, shut off the magic-powered luminescae that Zecora had made for them. With the lights off, Sugar cube corner seemed desolate and barren, devoid of life.

"Creepy." Mouthed Dash, wondering why she felt like someone was watching her.

Second Chances