Highschool and ponies

Chapters

Chapter 1. Orbs of amethyst
Chapter 2. Talk to me
Chapter 2.5 A bar and a raspy voice
Chapter 3. In a jazzy mood

Chapter 1. Orbs of amethyst

Chapter 1. Orbs of amethyst

By. Deanbrony

The future may be daunting. Your life may be a mere shell of what it was or what you want it to be. You feel the stress and frustration eating you inside out. This is when one can touch your very soul. But not through touch but through your very eyes...

“AHHHHHH tell me, please tell me... why on Earth do we have to do this!!!” I said in an obviously annoyed and admittedly childish manner while looking at my English-teacher with an as bored/annoyed look I could muster. “To learn about one-another Mike. I mean, at least try to be a little social on your first day.” He said with a sigh and raised brow.
Why does he already remember my name after seeing me one time, with all the others he had to glance down at his list with matching pictures every other second.

“No it's not the social interaction that annoys me. It's the part about me talking about me-self.” I sat with the weird feeling of everyone watching me. I sank down in my chair with a small frown on my face.”Ohh come on. What is so daunting about that.” Said the boy directly to my right with comforting tone. A tall but timid looking fellah with a weird little smile, starting at the centre of his lips, making a little upward-going arch to the middle of his left cheek.
“Well. I guess you'll know when I become the laughingstock of the entire school won't you”. I said with the utmost sincerity in my voice, making everyone let out a little giggle.
“Well well Mike, it sounds like a real show-stopper you got there. Perhaps you should go last then.” The teacher said, with the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips. Man that a-hole doesn't like me.

After two hours of making a Power Point presentation and getting all I wanted to say in order, I could just sit back and wait for the others to do the same. Which didn't take more than ten minutes. We all had fifteen minutes to tell a little bit about ourselves, our jobs and interests.
After listening to one LMFAO fan after another with less and less concentration, it was time to tell about me-self. I sluggishly went up to the desk and put the flash drive with my power point presentation into the slot in the computer, then turned it on, and started to talk.

“Hey my name is Mike T. Colt. I am your typical run of the mill teenager. I like booze. I like girls. But now for the more special things.
In the music-apartment I like The Offspring, AC/DC, Movits, Beatles, Elvis, 2Chellos you know all that good stuff that no one gives two shits about.” Everyone had apparently about as much concentration as I had about these presentations, but at the mentioning of 2Chellos a girl on the third row opened her eyes and began paying attention. I thought it a bit strange but didn't pay further attention, continuing the presentation.

” As for movies and the like I have some... special perks that are to be considered since I have been a movie reviewer for some time on an internet site. This makes my view very “refined” since I look at everything I've seen with the eyes of a reviewer. I like, Tremors, 10 things I hate about you, the original trilogy of Star wars and The Iron giant just to name a few.” At this point I started a drum-roll I had made a link to from youtube, then I stated with as much flair as I could( If I’m gonna go down, might as well do it with some style). “Now for what you have all been waitin' for. The one thing that will make me a laughingstock, the thing that will keep me chaste, the thing that will scare you all, the one thing I can call my true passion, the”
"Get it over with you oaf!!!" Said a girl on the front row.
“Okay. My true passion is... My little pony: Friendship is magic.” And the second I was done saying those few words the entire classroom cracked up, even the BUCKING TEACHER laughed.

Everyone laughed, except the girl on the third row. It was at this time I really looked at her. She was an absolutely gorgeous girl with long hair, as black as the darkest onyx, her skin oddly enough a little pail greyish. She had a little pointy nose, a really pretty pink bow tie and flat chest(I have a thing for girls with small chests). But it all paled compared to her eyes. They were big, round and had a very intense dark purple colour, I had never seen anything like them. I saw into these orbs stopping any other thought, all that emotion and all that passion I saw in those eyes. We just looked into each others eyes, each others very souls, seeing every emotion and thought that passed through the others mind. It was magic. All I thought wrong in the world was suddenly not there, my angry and disappointed parents, simply not there, my badly paid job and no friends, simply not there. We looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity (an eternity in heaven I might ad) before the teacher spoke.

“Could you please get down to your seat”. I could hear the annoyance in his voice. I answered still gazing into those amazing eyes. ”O. o. okay.... I... I’ll go back now”. I began walking still focusing all attention on those beautiful eyes. “Hmmm maybe I should ask her ou”... Suddenly I felt my feet slipping and fell backwards, feeling intense pain from my left temple, then it all went black.

Writers note. Sorry if the format or layout is annoying, I'm still getting used to the writing tools on the site, and they aren't really what I'm used to.

Chapter 2. Talk to me

Highschool and ponies

Chapter 2. Talk to me
By Deanbrony

“You're a FAILURE!!!"
"… D dad?” I saw my father screaming furiously at me, while my mom was standing beside him, looking disappointed and sad. My father went on.

“You can't get decent grades, you can't get money on your own and NOW you failed your first exam.” I processed the words.

”Wait WHAT! No, no dad we haven't even had the first test, let alone our first exam!” I yelled back with all the fury I could muster in the confused state, thinking about why I suddenly was at home. He looked at me with anger, pure, burning anger. His reddish hazel eyes had the anger of a man ready to assault someone. He was holding something in his right hand.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I suddenly said when I realized that he was holding a grade book, where in the sun and moons name, Celestia and Luna combined did he even get that? I mean, I have literally just started high school. Father started yelling again.
“ENOUGH!!! how dare you curse under my... MY ROOF! You insolent, little, good for nothing bastard child.” He went over toward me with a fist raised while, looking like a bull ready to attack a matador. As he was standing right above me, he let the hammer fell...

I sat up in a bed faster than I could say 10 seconds flat. I began looking about.
The room was white with a small desk, some medicine and basic medical equipment. It wasn't a hospital room. It smelled different, it didn't have that totally clean smell that a hospital has. At that moment the school doctor opened the door slightly and peeked his head in and when he saw I was awake he walked in saying.
“Well good day.” He looked at what looked like a list in his hand.
“Mike... Colt. I must say that is an interesting name you got there.” He said with a small chuckle at the end. I wasn't amused having finally noticed that my head hurt something fierce.

“GOD!!! what happened.” I said while holding my head with both hands.
“You apparently slipped on the newly waxed floor and... how should I put this... Hmmm, and smacked your left temple into the chalk-tray under the blackboard. I'd recommend you to take two aspirins and try to relax the rest of the school day.” The doctor said calmly and collected.

“How long was I down for the count.” I thought out loud still groaning from the pain in my pulsing skull.
“An hour and fifteen minutes, seventeen to be exact.” The doctor said ever so calmly. I began looking around again, thinking about my nightmare.
“Have my parents been called about thi...” I asked while noticing someone in the waiting room...” IT'S HER!” I said and jumped out of the bed a bit overenthusiastic, making her notice me. I saw she was blushing and almost laughing. I couldn't come up with anything that could make her laugh at my bare body... WHAT!

“Where is the mirror!” I asked frantically while eyeing every corner of the room in search of a reflective surface. The doctor said.” To your right, right beside the door.” Again he said it calmly, annoyingly so. I turned around and looked at the mirror, seeing a slightly pale boy with long, grey hair in a ponytail looking back at me, but he had only boxer- shorts on.... “Oh GOD why.”
I just stood there while staring in utter embarrassment at the boy with his blue silk princess Luna boxers. “WHY DID YOU UNDRESS ME? ARE YOU A CATHOLIC OR SOMETHING!!!” If he had stripped me completely I could have impressed her... No I couldn't... Why am I thinking that all of a sudden. I am not a pervert.

“No I’m not a catholic, and you were sweating and you couldn't lay properly in the bed with your clothes.” The doctor said and snapped me out of my rather embarrassing self-bashing.
“Okay, then where are my clothes?” I asked thinking that there was no reason to be half-naked around that girl, at least for now... WAIT SERIOUSLY BRAIN WTF!!!
The doctor snapped me out of it again.” They're in that drawer over there.” He said pointing at a white chest of drawers.
“Thanks.” I said while opening the drawer to find a white shirt with black tribal tattoo markings on, black socks, white partly saggy jeans and my good old 50'ies style black leather jacket with a T-Birds logo on the back... yes I'm a fan of grease.

After taking my clothes on and thanking the doctor(his name was Svenning by the way) for the aspirin, I went into the waiting room where the girl was, sitting on a chair looking at me with those, absolutely amazing eyes, and, from what I could tell, excited to see me.
“Hey there, didn't expect anyone waiting for me to be up and about.” I said while feeling my cheeks blushing, which she apparently saw as being cute. She just looked amused at me, waving lightly at me. I thought it would probably be a good idea to ask about her name.

“Hey as you heard I’m Mike, what's your name?”
She shrugged a bit and just looked at me with a weak smile on her lips.
“So you won't tell me your name then?” I said. This time she nodded but then began shaking her head. I thought I should rephrase the question. “Do you have any intentions what so ever to let me know your name?” This time she nodded securely, but still no word. I was starting to get a little bit annoyed, it was hard to get angry at someone so cute.
“Are you mute or something?” I asked half jokingly, but that came to a screeching hold when she frowned and nodded ever so lightly.

“I...I'm so sorry, I didn't know.” I said half panicking, half kicking myself for joking about, what must be a very personal matter. My self-bashing was cut short when she took out a small pack of post its from one of her School uniforms pouches and began writing something. Why did she even have that uniform on? There are no restrictions on clothes here, and that looks like a... an Italian city mark stitched to the left side of the uniform jacket right where her heart is. Firenze eh, that's kind of interesting. I didn't get to linger upon those thoughts any more before she handed me a little yellow piece of paper, I took it with a smile on my lips and read it aloud.”Octavia.”
I sat down beside her and looked her deep in the eyes, and she looked back.

We just looked into each others eyes for a couple of minutes with a calm atmosphere, it was simply soothing and amazing. Seeing her eyes almost light everything else up. It made my heart flutter.
I thought I was getting attracted on an emotional level too quickly.
Then Octavia looked at her watch quickly with only the movement of her eyes noticeable. She gave a long silent sigh of contentment and slowly moved her head towards mine.
My heart stopped, I held my breath and my eyes went wide at the sudden move on her part, but as I looked into her eyes I began to calm down again, moving closer to her head as well. Our lips came closer and closer until...
The school bell rang and she jerked her face back with a mischievous grin on her face.
SHE TIMED IT!!! SHE TIMED IT JUST TO BE A TEASE!!!
She then proceeded to bob me on the nose and walk toward our next class. I could feel the gears in my head turn, as I tried to process what had just happened, but didn't make a fuss about it. But I still thought that she owed me a date now that she had teased me.

After the pleasing thought I chose to follow her to the next class. It was music. This is one of the points where I truly shined and knew I did.
We walked into the big classroom which was very well stocked with all kinds of instruments and to my liking, a lot of those were guitars and drums (I love drums but I only play guitar). This will be awesome. I mused while walking past the small stage inside the class, just a big wooden circle that was slightly above ground level.
I was surprised to see that there was only five of us. That means we'll all be able to play together at once without having to think about too many different instruments in the mix. We walked over to the small group of three and I tried to be social.

"Hey, what's your names?" I asked as I gestured for a handshake with the first on the left. A pretty small guy considering the age he must have had to go here, He had Blue hair which was spiky at the ends, the ends themselves were coloured red and he had a pair of blue headphones on. He took my hand and shook it with a smile on his face.

"Well you must be the brony everyone is talking about in the hallways." He said, as his smile turned into a big ass grin when he saw me flinch in reaction to the comment.

"You know about that huh?" I asked while beginning to scratch the back of my head shyly and chuckle nervously.

"After your proclamation of loving MLP your going to be known here. I mean, there are some serious haters here, even a couple of people from freaking 4chan. But then you begin eyeing a babe, from what I hear, and then smack your head into a chalk tray. Yeah your probably the best known 1st grader already. Even 3rd graders have herd about you. Besides, your pretty easy to find with your long grey hair and all." He said slyly, still holding a big grin upon his face, his eyes filled with glee.

"Wow you... really seem to enjoy this Mr.?" I asked trying to change the subject just a little bit.
"Bond, James Bond... Na just pulling your leg, I'm Eric." He said in a friendly tone, then pointed at the two others." That fine gal is Dana and he's Ben."

They both gave a little nod at me and Octavia. Ben was average in height but a bit muscular and Dana was fine indeed, with short blonde hair, big chest, a tank top and a long and not too inviting skirt, she managed to look hot as hell, but didn't look like a slut. Then it was my turn introducing.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Mike and this is Octavia." I said nodding towards the cute girl beside me.

We heard a loud thud coming from the door.

"Well hello my dear students." The teacher said cheerfully making a graceful gesture for us to take our seats. When we had sat us in a circle, he took his own seat and said in a very glad but deep sing song voice.

"Alrighty class welcome to your first lecture here at Coltenhagen high school, I'm sure we're all gonna get along quite famously so who's ready to learn."

My eyes went wide, I was so surprised that I almost fell of my chair.
"Wha... Where have you heard that!" I almost yelled to the amusement of everyone else.
" Well you really are a brony. No subtlety what so ever. " He said smiling and then continued."And someone(He points at himself) has certainly read university days." The teacher said amused, while Eric, Ben and Dana Laughed and smiled at me and my lack of subtlety

"Ohh silly pony. Your not dealing with the average teacher." Eric said, and upon noticing the proud look the teacher had, he began smirking and stated."He's far below average." After the statement, he almost fell on the floor in a frantic laughing fit.The teacher glared at him for but a moment, then smirked before talking in an ominous deep voice. "Eric I'm the one to judge whether you fail or pass... remember that." Eric just smirked, stating confidently.

"I'm good and you know it Adam." The red haired teacher just nodded at him with a knowing smile.
"So." I began. Making Adam notice me again. "Adam, I can safely assume that Eric, Dana and Ben are 1st graders. So how come they know you and vice versa?" He looked at me and said.

"Well that's because we've worked together at a charity program. We played music at an orphanage in Poland last year."
I was about to ask about more but was cut short by Adam.
"I am also a very respected music teacher here, so I get pretty much free reign... within the schools boundaries of course."
Okay that explains, how he could get such a small team authorized, I'll just wait with the other questions for later.

"Soooo are we ready to rock out!" Ben suddenly said with true enthusiasm and a glimmer in his eyes.
"No." Adam said dryly. "I first need to know Mikes and Octavias... capabilities."
Adam then looked at us with great interest. He began pointing at the wall where the instruments were stationed. Taking the hint, I went up, took a guitar and walked back to my chair. Eric looked at me with a hint of annoyance.
"Please don't do a white guy with acoustic guitar song." He said, almost begging.
"Don't worry, I'll do something a bit more... classical." I said with a smile on my face as I began tuning the guitar.
"Adam I hope you know this one."
I let my fingers stroke the strings as gently as I Could, Letting my fingers dance over the strings to get the melody in my head. I closed my eyes in absolute bliss and began singing a lighter and slower take on a ponified version of House of the rising sun

There is a house in Canterlot
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor colt
And Goddess knows I'm one

My mother pleasured ponies
She never knew my pain
My father was a ghost to me
Down on Rutt Lane

Now the only thing a guard needs
Is his armor and his sword
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's fighting the hordes

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your nights in the Sun's embrace
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one hoof on the platform
The other hoof on the train
I'm goin' back to Canterlot
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in Canterlot
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor colt
And Goddess knows I'm one

As I finished the song, that admittedly was hurt by only having music from a guitar to accompany those lyrics, the others began clapping to my delight.

"Mike that was wonderful, seems we've found a singer to match you Dana." Adam said and nodded towards her and she nodded back, before he continued." now we just need to hear Octavia and then I can work out what to do with you all."

Octavia was apparently happy to oblige as she went over to the door to retrieve a big case.
When she came back, she opened it to reveal a most beautifully constructed cello, the back of it adorned with what looked like ivory and engravings in bold, golden letters spelling Octavia Philharmonica.

Wasting no time she began tuning it slightly, then took out her bow and with nimble as well as gentle strokes of hers she began playing.

I could see how much she was enjoying it. All the passion of a hundred fires burned in her eyes, as she played. In the end she even got a tear in her eye, starting to sniffle, no she began to really cry. I don't know how the whole mute thing works, but it's creepy that no sound come out, at all, it's like when you mute a TV, I can't even hear her breathing. But maybe that's just how it works.

The music was beautiful. It matched her so well.
I Need to know her more. I mused, while wanting to go over to her and hug her, to comfort her, so she would stop crying.

Apparently my body thought it was a good idea since I just, sorta stood up and began taking the few steps that was between us. I walked slowly towards her, went behind her and laid my hands on her shoulders.
I could feel her relaxing, as I started massaging her shoulders. She was extremely tense and her heart rate was frighteningly high.
I just kept massaging letting her tensions fade away, in what I hoped was delight, which I felt from being near her.

This doesn't make sense, I thought to myself. I've never felt this way about a girl before, why is this going so fast?
I have never been in a real relationship before. Only had feelings that weren't mutual. Just thinking about last time I thought I had something made me flinch. I put that thought away, to look ahead. Maybe this could have a fairytale ending...

"Uhh... Mike. What are you doing?"

I looked past the sea of onyx black hair, seeing Eric, Ben and Dana looking at me, like I had just said a quote from 'The Room'.
While they just eyed me, Adam smiled with a knowing look in his eyes.
After about a minute of awkward silence, Eric began to speak.

"Dude, could you wait with feeling up the girl, till after the class is over?"
I walked a few steps away from Octavia, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment at the implication, that we had something going.
"Umm... were just friends I think."
As I realised how the answer could be interpreted, Octavia looked back at me. Smiling while still crying.
When I smiled back, she gave me a wink.
"I know a good bar, if that sounds like fun?" I asked, trying to sound smooth.
She had a glint in her eye while nodding happily.

The class ended soon after.
Adam said he had to have peace and quiet to think about possibilities and combinations in our different music styles.
So he gave us early leave since the first day was a short one. I was kind of disappointed, because I didn't get to hear Eric, Ben or Dana.

I used the extra time to set up the date with Ocavia, which was weird since she had to write a note every time she had an answer.

We agreed to meet in front of her apartment, the next Saturday at 8pm, and that it would be all right to wear formal clothing.
Also seemed I missed a class while I was unconscious. It was maths so I was pretty damn glad to choose an appropriate time to play Bambi on ice.

I walked home and began thinking about that weird dream of mine.
"Why did I dream about my father?" I asked myself. "He left three years ago, why in the world would I start dreaming about him now?"

Authors notes.

There was alot of references in this chapter, the two most important being Dawnfades masterpiece 'Vinyl and Octavia: University days' and Indigo Eclipses 'To love the moon'(the song was written by him, to fit one of the characters)
Both of these are amazing stories which will make you laugh, cry and at some points scream F*** YEAH!!!
give them a watch, you won't be disappointed.

Was this a good chapter or was it horrible. I look forward to your comments.

Big thanks to Captain Literal and Cabral095 for giving helpful advise and reading the story over.

Chapter 2.5 A bar and a raspy voice

Highschool and ponies

Chapter 2.5 A bar and a raspy voice
By Deanbrony

"Father... why do you appear now?
I'm over you leaving us. You should be but a distant memory. A slight fog in the back of my mind... wow I'm gettin' philosophic about this aren't I?" I said silently to myself. Confused and angered about the dream.

I walked down the big streets of Copenhagen seeing a mixture of Old romantic buildings and modern apartment buildings going 20 meters into the nice blue sky. I took a cigarette pack out of my pocket and lit a cigarette.
I took a long draw and exhaled with a big sigh, closing my eyes for a few moments to savor the nicotine my damn brain craved to relax.

I went over and sat down on one of the many stone benches that littered the streets and continued the much needed smoke.
It calmed my nerves. Made me able to think a little clearer.

The dream was just that. A dream. Focus on the date Mike. I thought to me-self and got the feeling, I needed a drink to calm down. I grinned and looked up to the sky. "It's been a long time since I have been there. Better quality check the place before I show it to Octavia." I let out a little chuckle afterwards and took of with the still burning the cigarette in my hand.

After about 15 minutes and another cigarette I looked at the smooth wooden facade of the best place in town 'The Blue Abyss'.

It was a simple two story building Made mostly of red bricks, with the entrance having this classy and almost shiny chestnut facade which gave a place, that didn't look so otherwise, very inviting.

I opened the heavy wooden door, thanking the owner internally, that this was a 24/7 establishment.

As I walked in the calm music flowed solemnly into my ears.

My eyes were met with a relaxing sea of blue and purple hues, coming from both lights as well as interior decorating. The place was filled with small tables and booths, for everyone who wasn't up for a dance.

As I walked up to the bar and sat down on one of the bar stools I had a small smile lingering on my lips. Looking a little about I was satisfied about suggesting formal clothing. I wouldn't come in tuxedo or anything, but a little bit of formality couldn't hurt right?
After about a minute, a woman in her mid 30's came out from a door behind the bar. I recognized her immediately.

"Gilda how have you been" I said in a friendly tone.
"Ohh I've been just fine,but..." she said with a tone of distress, as I was about to ask what was wrong, she began grinning and quickly leaned over the bar counter and bear hugged me, with her thin but surprisingly strong arms.

"I have been missing my favorite patron for TWO WHOLE MONTHS!!!" She exclaimed, while releasing my lungs for my much needed air.

"WELL 'cough'... it's good to be BAAAACK!" I said while being crushed by Gildas arms.
"Please... reLEEASE me." I said, now beginning to see a bright light at the end of a tunnel.

"Ohh sorry." She said as she released me, holding a sheepish expression. "So what can I get you this fine day?" She asked with the perfect business smile plastered on her lips.

"Gladnoch single malt, on the rocks." A very raspy voice said from behind me.

Startled, I swung around on the bar stool to see where the voice came from.

What I saw surprised me. A tall man in his late 20's sitting at the booth closest to the bar counter, smoking a pipe( Yes you're allowed to smoke freely in some bars in Denmark), His short dark hair combined with both a beard and a mustache, made him look older than he was( not that he sounded much younger).

"How did you know what I was going to order?" I asked, with a dumbfounded tone.

He let out a raspy low chuckle, which sounded a bit scary.
"I was ordering for myself. But in any case, you have a good taste in scotch."

Author's Note

Yes I know this is really short and I have made more than up to this point.
But I think I'll have problems writing on in this particular chapter.
I promise there won't be a lot of chapters like this.
In the next one, the plot shall thicken and villains be addressed.

And please do write in the comments if this is understandable or unforgivable. As always I'll read every comment.

Also I need more time to think about how to use the cameo I have going. He will be named and credited in the next chapter.
Some people will know who it is instantly, but please if you do, don't write it in the comments.

I truly do hope I haven't pissed anypony off by doing this.

Thanks to SimplyOctavia for proof reading.

Chapter 3. In a jazzy mood

Highschool and ponies
Chapter 3. In a jazzy mood
By Deanbrony
I have chosen to use $ as currency in my story. We do have our own currency but now you know what the things actually cost in dollars, and if you live another place, you should at least know the the ratio that your currency has compared to dollars. Enjoy some amazing music and( hopefully) a good chapter.
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As the music continued the tall man stood up from his seat and went to sit beside me. I didn't notice it at first, but he had a really strong chin... weird detail. After giving me a little nod he turned to Gilda.
"You heard us Gilda. Two Bladnoch on the rocks." He said in a friendly tone. She smiled at us both. "That'll be 20$ good sir."
"Why of course miss." He handed 20 bucks over the counter and winked at her." Here you go."
She poured the beverage up into two glasses, put two ice cubes in each and handed them over. "Well here you go. If you need anything, please say so. I'd love to just stand and talk, but as they say. Duty calls." As she walked out the door, behind the counter she made sure to sway her hips from side to side. Making me look away and the raspy voiced man look on with renewed interest. When she was done wiggling her... hindquarters out the door he turned to me with a smile.
"See that's a woman I can get behind... literally, nonetheless." He said with a very raspy chuckle.
"Yeeeeeeah." I said feeling a bit awkward out the situation. Trying to change the subject, I asked one of the usual "First encounter questions"
"Soo what should I call you? I'm guessing Christian Bale would be an insult?" I asked with a little smirk.
"Yes, indeed I would be annoyed by that. You can call me Josh ." He said smirking back at me.
"Josh huh. I'm Mike T. Colt, pleasure to meet you." I gestured for a handshake.
He took my hand firmly." What does the T stand for?"
I winced for a second, I hate telling about my middle name. It SUCKS!
"It... “sigh” It stands for Tiberius." I said rather weakly. Why did my dad need to be so obsessed with Star Trek. I mean, if I get a daughter I'm not gonna give her Pinkamena as a middle name just because i'm a brony. He began laughing.
"Are you serious? Why did they call you that?" He asked still chuckling aloud.
Taking the first sip of the(Divine!) Bladnoch, savouring it's flavour and smooth texture, I answered "My dad was either a REAL Star Trek freak.... or he hated me." I took a bigger sip this time, almost knowing beforehand where the conversation would go.
Josh then looked at me, concerned." Is he dead?"
"Nope." I said, using my best Big Mac impression." He just left. Didn't give a reason... the bastard just left. Haven't seen him for three years." Thinking back on my dream, I was kind of glad I hadn’t seen him for three years.
Josh mouthed an “ohh” and we just sat there, drinking our whiskey in silence.
About 15 minutes later Gilda returned with a modest smile on her lips. She noticed us just sitting there.
"Hey... Mike?" I looked up at her tan face." Why so silent? You're usually the talkative one." She then gave Josh a flat look.
"You asked about the T right?"
Josh looked a bit taken aback that she knew." Y..yes."
"Did you ask about O' Boyle?"
He looked at her confused and last of his whiskey." O' Boyle?" I gotta admit, it sounded funny the way he said it.Gilda looked like she had forgotten something." Right, sorry. You couldn't have known. His dad, Bryan Colt O'Boyle. Or as he is known in this city... The Irish Gatling gun." Gilda's expression had changed from one of idle forgetfulness, to one of anger and disgust.

Josh just looked at her with a deadpan look.

"The Irish Gatling gun... did he find that name in a 1950’ies comic book?" After asking, he began shaking his head slowly and lightly from side to side.

Gilda gave him a, you don't know what you're talking about, look. She kept staring at him, until he couldn't take it any more.

"What?" he asked." You were expecting me to be scared or something?" He said, with a slightly disbelieving face.

The tan bartender kept her own look for a few seconds before answering dryly." This man, is the biggest crime lord in Scandinavia, having complete supremacy on the drug market in Denmark, Sweden and Schleswig Holstein. There's even been rumors about him, having more than a few politicians in his pocket, some going as far as to say he controls an entire party. Some have said, he smuggled the weapons in for the Utøya massacre because it would give him more political power to get monopoly in Norway too..." She tossed me a quick glance before looking back at Josh and continuing." Besides that he is known to cheat on countless women. After his hunger has been settled, he leaves, never to be seen again by the women who loved him."

He gave me an exhausted look, before saying sorry and stating that he hadn't tried to upset either of us. Especially not the pretty lady. I gotta give him that he was right on the pretty part... 'No brain, she's too old for you and you need to see where things can go with Octavia. But Gilda really does have something. She looks much younger than she is, with natural white hair, that was a thing I had trouble getting used to. She is also strong and independent, like, she's the reason there is no bouncer.

Gilda immediately shifted to a light hearted expression." Don't be sorry, it's all in the past... besides, new patron on the way up here so I can't keep looking angry." She said with a big smile.

And right on cue a pretty redhead, sporting a fuchsia shirt with fruit on, walked up beside me smiling and pointing at a bottle of vodka and then strawberry, cherry and blackberry juice in rapid succession.

Gilda looked genuinely happy." A bottle of berry punch for you, Margarita." She quickly mixed it together and gave the bottle to the girl. After paying 35$ for the bottle, the redhead left with an even bigger smile.

I looked confused at Gilda." Have she been here so much in my absence that she can just poke what she wants?"

"No she's mute, she just has a habit of forgetting her post its." Gilda said happily.

That got my mind reeling back to Octavia." Hmmm... reminds me of Octavia." I mused out loud.

"Who's that? A girl you're meeting?" She said with a sly smile.

I made a sheepish grin." Yeah. I'm kinda taking her on a date in two days. We'll be here."

" What's she like? Tell me. Tell me." The enthusiasm in her voice was staggering, emphasized by her hands clapping as well.

"She is fun, has beautiful black hair and purple eyes... kind of a tease. Just met her today, I want to know more.

“Aren’t you a bit quick on the trigger?” She said looking a bit worried.” You might scare the girl away if you’re too fast.”

I looked at her with a slightly pained expression.” Remember last time I tried taking it easy?”

Gilda flinched. She remembers the last time I went dating, back when I was relatively new in Copenhagen. That had ended with an empty wallet and heartache.

But we didn’t linger on sad love lives or drug lords. We got ourselves some more whiskey lined up as we began talking about alcohol, music and all it’s good for. For Josh it meant creativity, for Gilda it meant forgetting and help, for me it meant more hours at my job, all the good stuff.

“ Did I mention that I play music?” Josh suddenly said.

“ No you missed that part and the fact you’re playing tonight.” Gilda said amused. Seeing my enthusiasm she requested that he played something for me. That’s the great thing about Gilda. Always generous and kind. The weird thing about that is, that she always said it was a way of redeeming herself after losing her best friend, though I have a hard time imagining Gilda as a “Cold hearted bitch” as she put it.

Josh explained that he’d love to play right now, but his stuff was back at the hotel he was staying at. He did however bring a CD which made me excited. His raspy yet... soft voice, would make for interesting singing i thought.

Gilda took the disc and opened up a cabinet behind the bar to reveal a big music system which connected wirelessly to the many speakers spread across the ceilings and floors. She opened the tray, put the disc in the tray, closed it, pressed the but Aaaaaaaaand i’m rambling. With gentle strokes of a guitar the song started. As I expected his raspy voice took some time to get used to, almost to the point where I couldn’t hear the lyrics. The music was soothing and comforting. Combined with Josh’s voice it created a sad land with broken dreams and sorrow. But instead of being broken and sad the lyrics sounded... contempt. He sounded as though he’d accepted it and found the positive sides of that world. going as far as to call it a paradise.

I looked at him and said how beautiful and poetic it was, making his cheeks get a light pink tint. Before he could answer, Gilda let out a loud gasp.” Mike get your ass out of here. It’s 6pm!”

I of course reacted like a rational man would. “FUCK!” I exclaimed as I quickly said my goodbyes and ran out the door... or rather into a tall, muscular man in a black leather jacket and large beard. I fell flat on my ass in front of the large man, looking up at his face which was practically hidden behind a pair of ridiculously large sunglasses. He didn’t look particularly pleased.

“What the hell are you doing, you little shit!? Get the fuck out my way, this is Hell’s Angels territory.” He said very proudly/ angrily at me before kicking me to the side so he could get in. I got angry, stood up quickly and stared into the back of his skull, hoping it would burst into flames. After a couple of seconds, this proved ineffective, so with the help of the lovely alcohol in my veins I showed one of my drunken sides.

“Wrong move, dick head...” I become a smartass. An easily annoyed, violent, smartass.

He turned around and took off his sunglasses.” Would it be the right move to bash your skull in then?”

I cracked my knuckles and smirked confidently at him.” Lets find out... Gilda. Play my music please.”

I heard Gilda groan loudly and change the music, turning my smirk into a large grin.” Thank you Gilda.” I began taking my jacket off, as I lip synced to the music, to the obvious annoyance of the brawny doofus. “If you think that you can take me on, you must be crazy. There ain’t a single thing you’ve done, that’s gonna faze me.” The man looked practically furious now.

“Ohh, but if you wanna have a go. I just wanna let you know...”

After swiftly dodging the blow to my head I threw a punch in retaliation, which strafed his chin. This continued for some 12 seconds before I concluded that my tactic worked. He punched in sync with the music, which in turn made all his attacks very predictable. After realizing this, I started going in and out of sync with the music, making me a practical chaos on the dancefloor, but also on his big, ugly, face.

A couple of well placed hits to his jaw and liver and liver and he was down for the count. I lifted both my fists up over my head in sociopathic triumph and turns to Gilda as she shakes her head with a smirk.

“Are you not entertained!?” I say with a goofy grin, just as she takes on a more strained mine and looks past me to the front door. I of course look there as well, seeing another three Hell’s angels looking at their fallen brother, then at me.

“... ohhh shit!” At that moment I darted for the back door behind bar. They did as bikers do and followed me to avenge their brother. I ran past Gilda, past the bar and then out the door. It’s a small piece of open ground which either leads to Gilda’s own house or to the street, I chose the street. If I reached a bus station or a very public place, they wouldn’t hurt me, they’re smarter than that… hopefully.

They were of course hot on my tail, but then again, running in big leather jackets is kinda tough for long periods of time. They quickly tire out so I could hide at a bus station and get safely on one, but they knew how I look now.

Anyway, about ten minutes later I got out at another stop, which was half a mile or so from my mom’s apartment. The reason I didn’t just get over there with the bus? I wanted a cigarette.

While sobering up on a pleasant smoke I saw a shop, which had TV’s on display and some of them was on the news, mentioning a new secret member of daft punk. Interesting…

Author's Note

Hey guys. Sorry about the long wait. I've been moving, starting at a new school and my keyboard is acting up constantly.

Anyway. The raspy voiced man is Josh from this here site http://www.fimfiction.net/user/psp7master Please do check him out. He's awesome.

Also. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS ATHEIST please tell me why you dislike the story or like it. I can't get better at it without knowing what to change in my writing.

Also, bolding has finally been fixed, sorry for that incredibly long wait.