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A Nice Calm Drink
Curtis:
With his towel left at home, and a small pouch of bits secured around his shoulders, Curtis waited patiently by the entrance to the Guiding Light, despite the occasional drop of sweat that rolled off of his grey body.
The trip from the pool to his home on the edge of town had been a long one, but by running for all he was worth, Curtis had been able to make it there and back with time to spare, so for now he simply rested in the shade by the side of the inn, his eyes fixed on the gigantic glass lantern that hung over the entrance, a small smile on his face as he watched it swing a little in the cooling breeze.
Dais Clash:
Dais strolled up to the inn, almost absentmindedly bumping into it as he was reading his copy of "Being Fashionably Late for Socially Inept Ponies". As soon as his book touched the Guiding Light's walls, however, he swiftly magicked it away, looking around nervously in the hope that nopony saw him reading that.
On his initial nervous lookaround, Dais completely missed Curtis standing in the shadows nearby. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief to himself as he eyed the massive lantern and watched a few moths flutter around it. Regaining his confidence a little, he kicked one of his hind legs, causing his saddle bag to rattle with all the money inside. Satisfied that it hadn't been stolen along the way, he made for the door.
Curtis:
Seeing Dais' arrival, and near collision with the tavern's wall, Curtis chuckled a little, slipping out of the shadow of the building to move to the blue stallion's side.
"Glad to see you could find your way here." The grey donkey commented, as he moved into the tavern, matching Dais' speed so they were side by side as they entered, the Donkey's smile widening a little as he took in the sights of the Guiding Light's interior.
Dais Clash:
Dais stood back a little as the door swung open. Taverns were among the many places Dais didn't visit often, and so he was mildly curious as to what this one might contain.
Feeling the warmth of the tavern on his coat against the cool evening air cut short his hesitation, however. Dais practically leapt inside with a slightly larger jump than he intended and almost slipped on the ground, adjusting his hooves awkwardly to maintain his balance. After a moment he stood up straight and swiveled his head around to get a better look of the place, first left, then right.
"Well, it's no Manehatten tavern" he said "But it's definitely charming. And warm. I suppose that's the most important thing."
There were definitely spare tables still around, but the tavern wasn't totally empty either. Dais gave the mayor a friendly wave and strolled over towards the counter. "Come here often, Curtis?" he called over the light chatter of the crowd.
Lamplight:
Lamplight looks up as the door opens, momentarily pausing in her cleaning of a mug to eye the new arrivals. Curtis she was already familiar with, the donkey being a regular customer. The other she doesn't recognize, though he seems to have arrived with Curtis. Giving a friendly smile and nod to the pair as they approach the bar, the orange mare resumes her cleaning, though only for a few seconds as she gives the mug a look over and sets it aside. "Hello." She greets, looking between them. "What can I get you today?"
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