Kitty's Doghouse
Spike and the two stallions sat at the bar after closing as the owner, who they learned was happily named Kitty, served them drinks.

"So. You three know Scootaloo from back home?" She asked, and received nods in return. "Then you're welcome to stay as long as you want. Just know I'll be putting you boys to work…" She paused and looked past them at a large and clearly drunk bull stumbled back in. "What do you say you big guys show me what you got?"

The two stallions looked over at the bull then at each other. After a shared nod they got up and walked over to the big guy.

Soren smirked and leaned against a pillar as Flash calmly approached the bull. "This is going to be good." The Wonderbolt chuckled.

"Ok sir." Flash said softly. "I'm afraid I have to ask you nicely to-" Flash didn't finish as he was swiftly backhanded across the room. Much to Soren's and Scootaloo's amusement. Even Kittery giggled at that. "Let's… ouchOuch… try that again." He moaned as he got up and walked back over. "Sir I-" again he was cut off. This time crashing into a table.

Soren rolled his eyes before taking his turn. "Ok big guy. Get out." He ordered. He managed to duck under the attack. However, he quickly noticed that his punch did nothing but open himself up. "Buck…" He whimpered seeing the arm coming back around and knocking him in the other direction. Getting up Soren called to Scootaloo with a hand extended to her. "Scootaloo! Spear me!"

Scootaloo looked to her boss who passed her a pool stick the mare then tossed to Soren. "He's all yours!" She cheered.

This time when he approached, he readied the improv staff for the coming fight. He knew his mission. "Get the bull out of the bar." Secondary mission. "Do so with minimal damage done to the bar". It was a long shot. But he had one chance at pulling this off. With a few wing flaps, he sighed at his lack of flight and resorted to doing this the old fashioned way.

'Wide backhand for the head' duck 'followed by a tight swing for the gut' side step 'a second swing for the head' duck 'I'll aim for the gut first with the stick' jab 'while he's double over bring the stick to his head and knock him off balance' smack 'as he stumbles backwards deliver the final blow with a pole vault' kick.

The three watch the fight in different levels of amusement as Soren kicks the bull to the literal cerv. "Not bad. Maybe you should take one of the staffs out back." Kitty praised. "That way you don't Rick breaking all my poll sticks."

After helping Flash up, Soren smiled at her. "Thank you Kitty. I'd like that. But we really need to look for the others."

"You'll get better luck finding them if you stick around. News has a way of passing by my bar of such things." She cooed. "Now go pick out your stick while your friend cleans his mess."

Soren nodded and did as he was told while the former guard found himself demoted to the role of a janitor. "Yes mam…" He sighed before getting to work. His ear twitched hearing Kitty tell him where the tools are.

Scootaloo giggled before turning to Spike then Kitty. "What about Spike?"

"The dragon?" Kitty hummed to herself. Honestly, most of the jobs she had were filled… then again… "can he cook?"

At hearing the question, Spike sprang to his feet. "I normally cook for ponies. But I know a few meat based dishes. Pluss I'm a fast learner." He announced proudly.

"Good." Kitty laughed. "Because it's dinner time and I'm famished." The three shared a laugh before Spike followed his nose to the kitchen and got straight to work. Leaving Scootaloo to sit at the bar and share a drink with Kitty.

"You know. It's about time we got some guys around here." Kitty purred softly. "You think any of them would be looking for a bed partner?"

"They all have eyes for someone already." Scootaloo shrugged. "But I may have some ideas on how to help them consider the idea." She chuckled before the two leaned closer. "Who did you have your eyes on?"

Meanwhile Spike easily found everything he needed to make a decent sized meal to celebrate them finding Scootaloo and getting a place to stay. He almost felt like he was back in Ponyville as he set off on his take of cooking for three vegetarians and two omnivores. "Finally I get to work with meat without having to fumigate the room." He laughed to himself. Admittedly, he had gotten used to the smells he had to use back home. But with the smell of cooking flesh entering his nostrils, he sighed in contentment at how amazing it all was. And knew the others would feel the same.

Soren on the other hoof was having a hard time picking out what staff he was going to use. Back with the Wonderbolts, they only had one basic style. He did know there was other nations that had their own staffs. But he had never imagined that somepony would be able to line a wall with all the different types. Let alone a wall that he would have sworn looked more like a hallway. Gulping to himself he made his way down the line before stopping at one that caught his eye. Licking his lips he took it in his hand and nearly nayd at how it felt. It was almost like it was made just for him. Smiling he walked out with his new staff strapped to his back.

Author's Note

Sorry, not sorry for this chapter. But I had to make the reference. And the jab. Don't worry. Pie boy will get his turn too. Also, yes. A lot has happened to Scootaloo that will likely be hinted at latter.

If any artists out there want to draw Soren holding his staff. I'd love to see it. Hope I made the mental image clear enough. The staff is up to you till I can decide on my end or someone can find a better idea then a simple quarter staff.