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>A hoof assertively pokes into your side, and you crumple sideways slightly in response.
>“-Language. Second of all, this was your night, too. I don’t care whether or not they deemed you a plus-one, you had every right to be here with me, and I won’t hear another word about it.”
>A few moments pass as your lackadaisical gaze turns to deep thought. You turn to find Rarity still staring up at you, a stern expression in place of her usual elegant smile.
>After a wave of nausea from simply turning, you sit next to her and manage to squeak out a coherent sentence.
“You really mean that?”
>“Anonymous,” she begins, almost flabbergasted, “why do you think we were invited here in the first place?”
>You scratch your chin for a moment, genuinely unsure in your intoxicated state.
“It’s because Weaver was impressed with your ensemble at the show, wasn’t it?”
>“Partially,” Rarity replies. “She thought my designs were of exceptional quality, yes, but my designs alone weren’t what spurred her to connect with us.”
>You feel her hoof press into your side again, albeit much more gently this time.
>“She wasn’t completely sold on my ideas until /you/ walked down that runway.”
>You barely even have time to register her implication before she continues.
>“If you hadn’t been my final model, Weaver never would have reached out to us after the show.”
>You turn to face her fully, a dumb smile plastered all over your face. She meets you in kind with her own far more composed grin.
>“So thank you, Anon. There’s nopony I’d rather have as my partner.”
>Where words failed before, even your mind cuts short of functioning now.
>You try to think of something witty to say, but it’s fruitless, and your gaze stays locked with hers.
>Eventually, her smile drops slightly, and a noticeable blush fades into existence as tangible moments pass between the two of you.
>A rising heat in your cheeks lets you know that the same is more than likely happening to you.
>As the tension reaches a snapping point, the elevator shudders, catching the both of you off guard.
>A resounding chime of a bell indicates that you’ve reached the ground floor, and you can’t help but feel disappointed as you both straighten yourselves out before standing up.
>As the door opens, your unusually forward mind won’t let you just move on without addressing what just happened.
>Mama ‘non didn’t raise no bitch.
“You really are a natural flirt, aren’t you?”
>You can hear the smile on your face.
>Also audible is Rarity’s almost comedic sputtering, which draws out a hardy laugh of your own.
>The walk back to the hotel is painted with carefree laughter from both of you.

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god looking back at old writing and noticing old habits in it is something else
in other news, new oneshot soon