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>“He’ll have a Dark and Stormy,” she delegates. With naught but a nod, the bartender sets to work, taken by her craft.
>You raise an eyebrow at the satisfied-looking fashionista.
“What made you pick that?”
>“I’m afraid I can’t tell you,” she goads, smugness radiating off of her.
>Not to be one-upped, you taunt her right back.
“Why’s that? Is it something you’re embarrassed to say?”
>You punctuate your prodding by over-exaggerating your raised eyebrow, as well as pulling your other one down.
>Giggling, she props a hoof up on your side, looking up at you with lighthearted amusement.
>“Not particularly,” she admits, flicking her hair out of the way of one of her eyes. “I just think it would be more fun to watch you fruitlessly wonder about it all night.”
>You cast an expression of mock offense down at your best friend, and she meets it with her own.
“How dare you, playing with a poor man’s feelings for fun…”
>Playing up the spectacle, you bring the topside of your hand up to your forehead, looking to some distant upper corner of the room with your eyes closed.
“I never knew you for a heartbreaker, Rarity.”
>Her giggle breaks into gentle laughter, which delights you to hear.
>“Perhaps I just enjoy knowing that you mull over things I’ve said, hm?”
>That single sentence, though delivered benignly, drives all heat from your body straight to your cheeks, and you know right then and there that anyone could see your blush from a mile away.
>You absolutely despise how easy it is for someone to fluster you.
>It makes this innocent little flirting game you’re playing with Rarity lean all the more in her favor.
>Before either of you can speak on it, however, the bartender slides out from a gap in the counter while magically carrying an ornate tray with all of your drinks on it.
>“Would you show me to your table, please?” she inquires, shutting the barrier behind her.
>With a nod, you both show the mare back to your party, sliding into your previous spots while she passes out the drinks.
>As the bartender leaves, you all take hold of your glasses.
>“What shall we toast to tonight, hm?” Weaver inquires, getting a whiff of her drink shortly after.
>For a few moments, the table is silent.
>“To prosperity, the future,” Rarity begins before looking up at you again, “and to wonderful friendship.”
> “I can get behind that,” Genevieve replies, her beak curved into a wide grin. “Now let’s get wasted already, yeah?”
>With raucous laughter, you all bring your drinks forward, the resulting clinking sound ringing out across the room as you knock back your alcohol.