*Authors Note: Please be advised that Rarity, In this story, was born in the 1920's and the current time is in the 1940's. So you get the point. Don't worry, I have a Delorean! Highfive if you got that*
Night on the streets. From the gutters, rats scurry about their grim business. The rain falls heavily and patters softly on the soaked asphalt. A single door stands in my wake, the Jazz club. The old place was packed full of rambunctious ponies and music. The cool mist of beer pumped through my lungs and ponies whispered to themselves as we entered through the door.
"Set up, get ready to play." My group leader demanded. Old coot never knows how to be polite though he was our lead singer, and was amazing at his talents.
I started for the corner, where we would began our jazz gig. Unpacking my trumpet carefully and trying not to cause scratches to invade it's glorified looks. I slowly slid my mouthpiece into its right position and blew a test note. At first, the greasy slides produced a light puff and my dry lips allowed no further playing. I licked my mouth and returned my position. This time, a slight squeak shot out of the end.
"Watch it Swag, don't bust your chops." One of my fellow players said. "You might split!"
"That slipped out- way too tight. Sorry." I apologized. The sudden high note made me confident about a long night of screeching.
"Two minutes guys! Hurry your asses up!" A drummer yelled. He raised his hoof and stared down his watch.
After setting up my stand and laying out my music, the growling crowed finally died down. They continued to whisper and chatter about our playing.
[Open in new tab or window]
Finally, we started.
The song started with a slight solo from a saxophone. He sounded so great and strong. Those saxes are always so proud of what they do. After a few measures, my body began to dance a bit. My trumpet mashed against my lips, but it made no pain for I was used to it. Many of the players moved around a bit and bobbed their heads to the the trumpet smooth chords. Our section all screeched as high as possible causing our moves to be very successful as the crowed grew interested. The crowed ponies did not know what we had planned, but every time the band got quite, we started back up. Towards the end of the song, we blared as loud as possible. Some of the ponies jumped and tipped their beer and wine glasses over. The drunk sleeping group in the back all quickly sprung up in shock. Laughing, I wiped my mouth from the residue of spit and small mix of blood from the high notes. Nothing a strong drink won't fix.
*Enjoy the music! It's my favorite jazz :D "In the Mood" by Glenn Miller*
*Open any link in a new tab, to enjoy while reading!*
I sat up in my bar stool. The heavy drink made my head spin and my stomach turn. I slouched over the bar, and called for the stallion who ran the joint.
"Get me a double." I slammed down my glass shot. "I'm dyin' here."
Another pony came up from behind me and patted my back roughly. "Swag, your gonna get sick. We ain't gonna stop playin' until the fat lady sings."
"The fat lady has already sung." I chocked. "She sings every day."
"That's not what I meant, Swag. Just don't get yourself into trouble."
"Whatever." I turned back to my shot glass and swigged it down and let out a gasp of air as it burned my throat though the feeling of cold alcohol in my bloodstream felt great. I slugged up from the stool and walked over to our bags where the instruments were. Grabbing my trumpet case, I swung it around my back and walked towards the door that led into the rain; no longer did I feel like playing while this drunk. I stared at the ground and hung my head low so nobody noticed me. I turned around and looked towards the stage to see who was playing; this proven to be a bad idea. "Oomph!" I walked right into the side of an unexpected pony.
She was talking to a more sophisticated looking stallion, but it's not him I noticed. It was the mare in front of me who I stared at in shock. Her purple, curled mane flowed past her neck. The elegant dress she was wearing, still showed her cutie mark, three diamonds. Her face was unlike I've ever seen. Her snout was slightly lifted and her large eyes stared me down. Beautiful, no- amazing! She was- amazing. And talking to me...
"Hello?" She waved her hoof in my face to snap me out of the impact.
"Huh-wha? Oh.. Hello."
"I said, I'm sorry." She smiled.
"No, no. It was my fault, a bit drunk; I am."
"I can see." She grinned. "Leaving early? Aren't you a player?"
"Uh, yeah." I frowned that she caught me sneaking out.
She ever so lightly gasped. "The music you guys played was absolutely great!"
She caused me to blush a bit. My face grew hot. "Thanks, heh. Not the best though."
"Don't be a chump! Be proud, jazz is the best thing created since clothing!" She grew restive. "Sorry, a little drunk myself." She laughed, followed by a hiccup.
"I think everyone is drunk here, but me." The spiffy stallion next to the mare stated with an undertone. "Of course, these are lowlife slumps."
"Excuse me?" I sobered up to that insult.
"I'm sorry, too strong of a word? How about bar?"
"This ain't no bar, sir. It's a jazz club. Get it right or get your petty little dressed up ass out of here you ingrate."
He chuckled. "Petty? Ingrate? Is that the best you have for an insult? And ungrateful for what? There is nothing to be grateful for here. Please don't say you mean this awful music."
"Awful?!"
"I personally prefer Beethoven, myself."
"And I personally prefer squares like you to leave."
"Humph!" He snorted. "Come lady Rarity. Let us leave this treachery of a musical bar."
"Actually, Beck, I'm thinking about staying here." Her words caused the stallion to jump.
"Alone?!" He queried.
"No," She smiled and weaved her leg with mine. "I've got-" She motioned me for a name.
"Oh, uh. Swag. Swag McChill."
"Interesting name, Swag."
"I didn't pick it." My comeback caused her to giggle.
"Well then, I guess I will see you later." He stared me down and huffed out the door into the rain.
The jazz band in front started to play a song that seemed to fit the mood un-coincidentally.
Rarity and I we're left in the jazz club with the rest of the drunken ponies whom bobbed their heads to the sweet sound of jazz. I escorted her to a small table for two where we could sit in front and get closer to the music.
"Want a drink?" I asked softly.
"No thank you, I've had enough." She waved her hoof to sit down next to her. I scooted up in the booth and stared at the stage as the instruments shined and played so very sweetly. "It's so hot in here." She took off her light wool jacket and revealed an even more spectacular getup. A long red dress with a necklace that had a note on it.
"You like jazz yourself?" I questioned, a bit curious.
"Do I! It's so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as yourself." I threw out. This came very unexpected, but I was drunk, and so was she.
She became heavily flustered. "Oh stop, you." She giggled, with another hiccup. She drew closer and hugged my arms together; rendering me unable to move around. Her presence felt warm when up against my own and her body was so very soft and perfected.
))___))___))___))___))___))___))___))___))___))___))___))___))___))___))
We stayed at the jazz gig for a pretty long time after the jazz bands all stopped playing. Most of the ponies left, except some romantic couples. This caught my attention. Everypony that was left was together or were there as a couple. I looked at Rarity and she caught me staring at her, but surprisingly she didn't look away. Actually, she kept looking at me with her big blue eyes.
"Uh," I tried to break the uncomfortable awkwardness that fell between us. "So..."
"Your cute when your flustered." She giggle again following another hiccup.
"I think you had a little bit too much to drink, Rarity." I checked.
"No I did-" She paused to hiccup again, "-not. I bar-ely... Drank.... any-thing." She was falling asleep.
"Great, now what do I do?" I said to myself aloud. "I don't even know where you live!"
Then the idea hit my mind. I could just stay here for the night, it's not like this place ever closes anyways. Plus the rain will make it harder to get home.
"Mmm- Swag." Rarity snored.
I slightly laid her down on the booth and covered her with her coat to block the slight drift that came from the door that was propped open. She kicked around, but settled and went back to a deep drunken sleep. I slept on the floor in front of the booth so I wouldn't protrude her privacy. Sleep took long enough, but it finally washed me away.
*Enjoy the music :D*
Epilogue: Wake up with a Red Face
I woke up the next day, or so I thought, with an extreme case of the chills. The jazz club was quiet and empty and a slight cool breeze swept through the room. I shivered like a wet dog, as I laid on the carpeted floor. I tried to get up, but a forced held me down. My coldness slowly swept away as a source from behind me warmed my body. I turned over and noticed Rarity moved and had cuddled up with me late last night. Her grasp around my waste radiated heat and made the moment ever so cozy. I had to get up and walk off my hangover, those shots last night didn't help.
As I slowly lifted, she pulled me backed down on the floor and embraced my arms again, this time squeezing a bit harder. I became flustered at her sudden change of mind. I again tried getting up, and this time succeeding. She mumbled a bit and turned over, falling back asleep. My head pounded and throbbed from the soberness. A terrible sickness ran through my body and a surge of pain came from my feet up when I stretched.
"Where are you going?" Rarity yawned, getting back up. "Not leaving, I hope." She smiled warmly.
"Well uh- I- um.. what?" I dazed.
"Why did we sleep here last night?"
"Oh, uh, I had no clue where you lived."
"Why didn't you wake me up then?"
"You looked so peaceful." I smiled.
"Aw, that's so sweet." Her words made me blush again. She got up and kissed my cheek, which made my dry drunkenness wash away in happiness. It was like being with an angle.
"C'mon, lets go out for breakfast."
The END!
This was a very short story to express my love for jazz and Rarity :P Twilight is still best pony though. Please do comment and rate. If I get enough feedback, there might be a run-up in the wake ahead.
