Author's Note

Sorry for not being able to make a new chapter for a while. I have been busy with school, so I couldn't write another and didn't have any ideas on what to write for this chapter, so I hope you enjoy it!

Bartender (feat. Akon)

"Hey, Human! Get me another Whiskey on the rocks!" A routy bar patron yells out.

"Yes, sir." as you mix the drink, you think to yourself, 'Wow, this type of guy exists everywhere, I guess."

As you give the stallion his drink, the doors to the bar open, and two figures emerge from the doorway. It's Rarity and Dante walking in with a style and flair. As soon as they notice me, they come directly to the counter and sit on the bar stools.

"Sup dude, how's work goin for yuh?" Dante says with a smirk.

"I heard from ponies around town who worked here that Brandy Snap would always give them a hard time. Is that true?" Rarity asked.

"From when I got the job and started working, the only pony that has given any problems are the patrons. If not, she's been nothing but nice to me."

"Heh, maybe she likes you!" Dante says with Rarity giggling at his joke.

"Funny, now do you want a drink or not?"

"Make me a bloody mary, extra spicy."

"And for me, darling, a glass of Chardonhay."

You take the bottle of Chardonhay off the shelf behind you and get a wine glass. You put down the glass in front of Rarity and uncork the bottle and pour it into the glass. You go to cork it and put it back on the shelf, but Rarity stops you.

"Leave the bottle, Darling."

You put the bottle back down on the counter. You get a glass cup off the shelf and set it down with some ice in the glass and put some ice into a shaker. You get some lemon and lime wedges, squeeze them into the shaker, and drop them in. You pour vodka, tomato juice, tobacco, Worcestershire, and some seasoning into the shaker. You shake the shaker to ensure everything is well mixed and strain the contents in the glass. You spear two olives on a toothpick and set some pickled okra and jalapenos. You set down the glass in front of Dante, and Rarity looks at him.

"I didn't think you would be the person to like bloody marey's Darling," she said with a playful grin.

"I like the taste, it doesn't get me drunk too fast, and you can have it either midday or night, plus I like the kick that it gives. Not everyone likes it, but I do." he take a sip of the drink and lets out a sigh with 'nice' slipping from his lips.

"It beat having a beer." He continues.

You decide to leave them to their conversation and go to help some other bar patron when, out of the corner of your eye. You see a familiar-looking stallion that's down in the dumps, you've noticed him before ever since he walked in and wanted to talk to him to see what was wrong, you know, usual barkeeper duties, but he just ordered apple cider then took his drink to one of the corner booths ordering another every so often. You know what you should do.

"Hey Brandy! I'm gonna take a break, ok?"

"Sure, I'll look over the counter!" she yelled out from the back room.

You pour apple cider into two mugs, one for yourself and another for the poor sap. You walk towards the small stallion, and once you reach him, you put down his mug.

"Mind if I have a seat here?"

"Uh, sure, I don't mind."

You sit across from him, and you notice he looks tired as well when you remember something. This stallion looks a lot like that one guard from Canterlot. What was his name? It's on the tip of your tongue... Smokey, I think, well it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Hey, your name wouldn't happen to be Smokey, would it?"

Surprised, he looks up at you and asks, "Yes, how do you know my name?"

"We met at Canterlot when I and some friends went to see the princesses."

"Oh yeah, I remember you now." he says, then continues, "I've just been a little distracted; otherwise, I would have probably realized it sooner."

"It's no problem, and I wanted to ask why you look so down; something happens?"

"No! Well yeah, I mean, it." he lets out a long sigh, "It's complicated..."

"Well, come on, I'm all ears; I might even be able to help you." you take a drink from your mug.

"I kind of have a crush on somepony, and I don't know if I could or even if I should tell her..."

"Ok, well, you should probably-" your cut off as he continues.

"I wish she could notice me more; it's like I don't even matter!"

"If that's the problem, then I think you should-" you're cut off again as he says

"She always goes out with those other stallions, but they don't see her as I do! She's so damn smart, and her laugh is so contagious that it can make an entire room laugh with her, and the way she walks with the sway of her hips, her smile," he lists off a few other things too that are oddly specific and continues with, "The way she fights and holds her spear."

Wait, what.

"And also the way she bosses me around!"

Ok, you gotta stop this love-struck fool, "Smokey!"

"Oh, uh, sorry." his face is now plastered with embarrassment.

"Maybe you should start hanging around Major Ivory more outside of work and become friends with her and getting to know her and then telling her how you feel." his face is now beet red with surprise.

"H-how did you know it was the Major?"

"The last two things you listed off gave me the impression."

He looks down, letting out an 'oh' then looking back at you, "Do you think that would work?"

"Trust me, and I know it will work. Just try and get to know her and let her get to know you, ok?"

"Yeah, ok, thank you for the advice!" he drinks the rest of the cider, places some bits on the table, and heads out of the bar.

"Go get her tiger!" you yell to him.

"I will, and thanks!"

I'd say a job well done; you head back to the bar with the now empty mugs and place the bits into the register. I hope Smokey can manage to get Ivory; you'll have to go to Canterlot again and see if he did it. As you look around, you notice all the bar patrons leaving as the night comes to a close, with some having trouble walking out. You start to clean up all the cups, and Brandy walks up to you.

"Well, it's the end of your first night here; how do you feel?" she says, leaning on the other side of the counter with both arms crossed, unknowingly puffing out her breasts.

You blush at the sight as you answer, "It definitely could have been worst, but I guess it's not one of the crazier nights."

"Well, you got that right, say whenever we're done, why don't I walk you home?"

Weird, why would she walk you home? Shouldn't it be the other way around? It doesn't matter; you could get to know her either way, so why not.

"Uhm, sure, boss."

"DON'T call me boss, ok," she says seriously.

"Yes, ma'am"

"Don't push your luck."

"Ok, Brandy." You laugh a little as you clean up the rest of the bar.

Brandy puts the key in the door and locks it. As you look around, the streets are barren with street lights emitting light. You both look at each other for a moment, then she gestures forward to get you to lead her to your home, and you both head out. As your walk, the silence gets a little too awkward.

"Hey..." she looks at you with a curious look but never breaks her smile. "Um... how long have you been running the bar for?"

"Its been about 3 years, my dad ran The Stable for about 39 years but he retired so somepony had to run the bar."

"You didn't have any other siblings who wanted to run it?"

"Well I do but my little sister wanted to go off to manehattan and make it big and my older brother started a brewery in Appleloosa, they make pretty good whiskey and we I have a some of the liquors that the brewery makes, they're pretty good but my brother was too busy with that so it was left to the middle child." she shrugs her shoulders as you walk side by side. "The bar has been around for over 100 years, and I'm the third to be running it."

You think about that but then another thought came to mind 'did she really want to run the bar?' You can definitely say that it was forced onto herself but maybe your thinking to hard about it but you have to ask.

"Did you want to run the bar I mean you must have wanted to do something else?"

She shoots a confused look at you, "Well of course I do, you can tell by my cutie mark see" you look down and see Brandy pull down her pants and you instantly jerk your head the other way with bright red cheeks.

"Down boy, I'm just letting you see my cutie mark..." as you look back around, you have a quick glance at her face you see some slight blush as you look to see her cutie mark. It has the image of a liquor bottle with sparks coming out of the bottle... I don't know what that means. She pulls up her pants as you finish taking a look at it.

"So what does that mean, you really like drinking?" she starts laughing at your question like what you said the funniest thing in the world.

"No, Im not Berry Punch! So when I was a kid, I was never been to the bar, because my dad never wanted me to work there." she continues, "My brother used to help him but he went off to college, so I was the next up, and the day I started working, I loved it and I got my cutie mark, so to be clear, yes I did want to run the bar."

"So cutie marks determine what you do for the rest of your life?"

"For the most part I guess but its not like it can stop anypony from doing something else." That makes sense, you know if this was a thing back on earth, it would probably make living in the real world so much easier.

"So I think I've talked about myself enough, what did you do back on your world?"

"Well I was going to college to get my bachelor's degree in English to become an English teacher." Brandy looks at you confused, has she never heard of English... or a teacher, maybe you should lower your expectations of Equestria and its people a little more.

"What in the hay is English?"

"You know the language," she looks at you raising an eyebrow, "The one that we are speaking right now."

"I think you mean Equestrian Vash." you have an incredulous look smeared across your face. But you suck it up, of course there will be differences in each of our cultures, your lucky that you were brought to a world where the people speak the same language as you.

"Ok in my world the language we are speaking is called English but in your world its called Equestrian, ok?"

"That sounds about right to me, so you want to be an Eques- I mean English teacher? I never pegged you to be the 'teaching type'."

"Well I always loved to write and I wanted to teach kids so it was a no brainer to me."

"So your also a writer ay? Maybe you can write a biography about my bar and its history, I have a bunch of great stories that have been passed down to me!"

"Maybe one day..."

"And if you wanted to teach, why didn't you go see cheerlie down at the school Im sure you could have been a teachers aid."

"Really!? Well I guess that would have been a better idea but I guess I could try that out but I was only in my second year of college so I don't think I would do all to good."

"No way, you'd probably be a great teacher, I know your a lowsey bartender."

"Hey!"

"Im just joking!" she playfully pushes your should as you both walk and laugh.

You arrive at the front porch of your house. This has been nice, you kind of wish you could have talked to Brandy a little more but sometime you can't help the inevitable, besides you'll be able to talk more tomorrow. You get a good look at her and you realise that shes pretty good looking, especially in the moonlight, her body is also incredible... You can tell that she works out quite a lot because she is built, I think shes even more muscular than Applejack and tall, almost as tall as Princess Celestia and her eyes... You snap out of your trance after the realisation you've just been standing there just ogling her up and down and shes been staring at you with the look of a hawk.

"You know what they say Vashy..." she leans in close to you with her face only being an inch from yours whispering, "take a picture, it'll last longer."

Before anything else can happen the front door opens with Dante looking at the both of you shit faced, I guess he had a few more drinks after he got home from the bar.

After about a second he says "Already trying to fuck your boss I see-" you both turn cherry red in the cheeks and step away from each other.

"N-no its not what it looks like we were just-" he shushs you putting a finger on your mouth forcefully.

"I don't wanna hear it missy now get inside, its *burp* late..." he gets behind you and starts pushing you inside.

"Goodnight, uh see you tomorrow Brandy!" you say with a little wave.

"Yeah, goodnight..." Dante looks at Brandy with narrow eyes.

He slowly closes the door and says "You should be ashamed of yourself..."

The door closes with a small slam.