Mothers Shadow and Devil Bar

We entered her apartment, my last shivers were gone once I entered the building. The Buisnesspone was annoyed with my antics apparently. brushtip lived in a normal Apartment complex known for Baltimare. The doors were shit, the walls were dirty and the stair smelled funny. I did not get it, she probably earned a lot of money with handling the Club we were at, so why not go out and rent another apartment. I would have asked but maybe more pokes at her lifestyle would be bad...

Her actual apartment on the other hoof was nothing like the outside. Just a normal Living place where a lone Mare sleeps, eats and drinks. On our way to the living room, she asked me if I wanted something to drink. I asked for water. Continuing on I sat in her living room on a yellow corner couch with a pillow on both ends. The couch was big enough for us to lie down and talk. We did not talk but I got my glass of water.

"Let me search for the photos," she mumbled and went to the wall closet across from us. I noticed some picture frames on it with happy ponies in them.

"Who are they?" I asked, pointing to the picture frames, "the ponies in the picture frames"

"Stock photos," she answered, opening some doors in search of the album.

"Stock photos?" I asked a bit shocked, "why would you... ?!"

she turned around, a photo album floating in her magic beside her, "Would what? I am waiting for friends to fill these frames with. Them being empty just makes it worse, sometimes when I am drunk I can pretend to be friends with these stock photo models." she sighed and looked into the ring photo album with her magic. Flipping pages like a tomb raider she relived her memories once again until she stopped and stopped at a certain page. Then she opened the ring of the album and got the page out, giving it to me.

I took the page with my magic, it had three photos glued to them. My eyebrows furrowed, hers too. We both looked at each other. I looked back at the photos. I was confused whether or not these would answer questions or make new ones. But in the end, I knew we had to go to our fathers and actually ask them. Because these three pictures really took the cake.

"Yep, that is daddy right there," I said. staring at the first picture.

It featured two young sexy Stallions side by side, sitting on chairs, looking at the camera with somewhat positive expressions. They were outdoors and in the background was a grill and griffins. The right one, a tall brown one was my dad. The other one might be Brushtips who had a grey coat and dirty blonde mane. What really irked me were the orange orbs in front of them, they were holding deer to them it seems. Atleast my dad. The other one had put his in a glass full of liquid, maybe alcohol if my detective skills don't lie to me.

The second picture featured the same ones but the orbs were getting bigger. There was a tree for hearths warming in the background.

The final picture really shook me tho. I think this is Brushtip as a young foal and she is playing with my dad some game. The picture was probably taken by her dad.

"Yes. so what now?" asked Brushtip.

"We should go to your dad and ask him about this shit," I proclaimed.