Snowflake looked back over to Capella as he tired to explain the joke to her, but he may as well have been explaining it to the table he was so interested in back at the club, even if it was a more terrible listener than she was. She had never grown up watching any sort of "Sherclop Pones" or whatever it was, and was even more out of the loop for the joke than ever. Well, all she could really do was pretend that she got it then. With a forced smile, she chuckled a little awkwardly and said, "Uh huh, suuure... Sherclop Pones. Don' really know much abou' 'im, sooo... yeah." Snowflake, rubbed her shoulder awkwardly before watching Capella leave and wondering why he needed to change into yet another shirt, or why he even needs a shirt in the first place.

She looked back up to Hex as he spoke to her, claiming that he was much better looking than his twin brother. As confusing of a statement that was, Snow responded, "Eh... s'a ma'er of opinion, swee'hear'. Ya both look th'same t'me. So, uh, how long d'ya need t'stay? Oi'll prolly end up ge'in' some more groceries t'morrow if ya gonna be stayin' fer a whoile."

"Believe i' or no', bu' buh'rscotch an' chocolate mixed wi' alcohol, or a dir'y cowpony, is awctually pre'y good," Snowflake began, defending Schwambart's drink of choice even if he didn't end up finishing it, "O'course, as soon as 'e found ou' tha' i' was alcoholic, Oi 'ad t'finish i' for 'im, so Oi would know, bu' Oi go'a figure ou' 'ow t'make tha' koinda drink for ya someday if ya really enjoy i'." Snow didn't really seem all too amused about the fact that Capella was going back to the subject of the table, and simply rolled her eyes and shook her head with a sigh as he went back to it.

"Oi really 'ope he doesn' go back t'tha' table there, i' prolly 'as a dir'y past, an' 'as defini'ly seen more than i's fair share a' parties gone wrong. Cawn ya 'magine wot tha' table's gone through, love? Prolly got vomi'ed on a few toimes, go' drinks an' food spilled on i', an' le's no' even tawlk abou' 'avin' a look un'a i'. Prolly a good amoun' a bad things ya dun' wan' stickin' to ya aft'r a bi' of feelin' around und'r there..." Yeah, this was why Schwambart needed these dating lessons horribly, so he didn't go out catching diseases from making out with trashy party tables.

Still, there was something that Hex called Capella before he came into the door, "Oy, wot did'ja cawll Cappy before 'ere? 'Arry'? Cappy, wot's ya first name? Oi cawn' rememb'r if ya told me." She then looked to Hex and asked, "An' wot koinda job are ya goin' t'Cawnterlo' for?"

Upon reaching the floor that their flat resided on, Snow immediately noticed the other, similarly coloured pony standing in front of the front door, a little unsure as Capella seemed to stop in the middle of his explanation of his 'injuries', if she could even call them that. Judging from how well the two seemed to get along with each other, and the fact that Capella outright called the new pony his brother, these two were related to each other. But of course the one thing that seemed to give away the family resemblance was this stallion's little bit of 'freezing' upon looking at Snow as well. For a few seconds, Snow wondered briefly if the entire family was really just a bunch of socially awkward ponies who couldn't be around another strange mare, but was at least somewhat proven wrong when the new stallion spoke up, complimenting Snowflake as he greeted his brother. Very smooth, 'Arry' could stand to learn a bit from his brother as well.

That was no joke either. The fact that Capella seemed to suddenly retract his wing from her in the sight of his brother was a huge let-down, and if they were actually dating, Snow might have been offended. She would have to be sure to let him know not to do that in the presence of other ponies, especially family. Mares like to feel that their coltfriends are proud to show off their marefriends to society, and this display was the exact opposite of that. Oh well, she had a thick skin, she could deal with his social incompetence like she always did, but due to the presence of his brother, and the undetermined amount of time as of yet that he'd be staying, of course, assuming he was staying since it was very late outside to get a hotel room, the dating lessons that she promised Cappy would likely have to be held off for a while.

Now that she was free from Capella's wing, seeing as he retracted his wing at the immediate sight of this pony, Snowflake walked forward and to the door, fishing for her keys as she said, "Oi dunno, love," Snow began, speaking towards the newer stallion, "chap's go' th'wit an' charm, bu' pu' 'im in front of a girl an' tell 'im t'flirt wi' 'er, an' he cawn' do i' t'save 'is loife. Least you go' th'chops t'troi." Giving Hex a coy wink, she unlocked the door, pushing it open as she stepped inside, "C'mon in then, Cappy nev'r told me 'is fam'ly was comin' t'pay a visit, so don' pay moind t'much'a th'mess. D'ja wanna cuppa tea? Oi'm sure ol' Cappy 'ere would love t'tell ya 'bout 'is firs' toime a' a noightclub." Snickering to herself, she led the way inside, turning on the lights as she walked into the kitchen to set the kettle back on the stove to heat up some water.

Snowflake shook her head as Schwambart attempted to joke about a broken funny bone being an actual injury, "Nah nah nah, love, ya cawn' break no bones wi' words, even if ya joke was bad. Oi'm tawlkin' abou' real breaks, loike, 'avin' t'go t'th'ospital t'gitcha self pu' inna cawst. Aw well, Oi'll 'ave t'tell ya a few stories some day, bu' ya know that picture of that skelly'ton of a pony on th'wall  wi' the rest'a moi pictures? Th'one wi' th' X's ov'r all'a th'bones? Yeah, tha's me keepin' record'a wot I broke, an' Oi rememb'r each an e'rry one'a them."

Looking back to Crescendo as he said he would want to come with the both of them to the Stalliongrad Mountains for a vacation, she winced a little in thought as she did her best to explain, "Well... ahhh... ya see, love, Oi'm no' jus' goin' there for a vacation. Oi -work- on tha' l'il mountain as ski patrol, an' Oi dun' do much vacationin'. If ya wanna come along, i's awll foine an' good, but ya gonna 'ave t'do i' of ya own accord. When there is a party though, there's a party, an' a party on a mountaintop is diff'rent from a party down 'ere, believe me."

After the waitress came back to collect the tab, Snowflake spoke up again, saying, "Well, Oi'd say tha' will 'ave t'be awll for today. I dun' mean nothin' by i', bu' Oi cawn' really jus' si' around and tawlk abou' things fer too long. Oi need t'move around an' dawnce, ya know, bu' Cappy's prolly 'ad enough of th'club tonoigh' so we're gon'a be goin' 'ome now, yeah?" She stood up, after she said that, nodding to the door before saying, "Roigh', was a pleasure meetin' ya, Crescentfresh." She then started to lead the way out of the club, looking back to see if Schwambart was following her.

Snowflake furrows her brow as Schwambart refuses his drink this time around. This didn't really make sense to her; if he really liked the drink the first time around, why would he pass it up now? Perhaps the whole dating ordeal has gotten him down and just turned him off of enjoying his drinks? Or maybe he was just that against alcohol, and that might be a problem. There was a reason it was called 'liquid courage', and if there was something that could give him confidence easily, it would be that, but really, it shouldn't have to come down to it in the first place. Rolling her eyes as he pushed the drink away, she reached for it and scooted it to her side of the table, "Well, 'f ya dun' wan' i', love, Oi'll 'ave i'. Some good quali'y mixed drink there tha' ya jus' passin' up."

"Oh, an' 'ere," she added, fishing into a bitpurse to pull out enough bits to cover the four drinks that they've had so far, "Yer two drinks were on me tonoigh', Cappy. If Oi'm gonna order drinks fer ya, i's only p'loite t'pay fer'em. Jus' give', t'th'wai'ress when sh comes back 'round; Oi 'ave a feelin' this'll be our laws' round if ya dun' feel loike 'avin' anymore." After counting out the bits for Schwambart, she took a sip of his drink, humming in approval before drinking a little more. It wasn't all that bad, though she liked her own drink more. When she set down his drink, she said, "Oi'm sho' 'e's jus' no' used t'th'idear of comin' ou' an' jus' dawncin' or enjoyin' some strange comp'ny. Oh well, i's somethin' we can come back to; who knows, maybe nex' toime 'e can come wi' me t'th'moun'ains when Oi go fer th' annual down'ill competitions, eh?" She elbowed Schwambart's side a little with a grin, clearly not expecting him to come out to such an event.

Snowflake nodded as Schwambart agreed to take this little bit of training that she was offering him. Nopony should have to go through their life as a complete wall flower, so maybe she could at least give him some pointers to actually put himself out there in different places. It would definitely be good for his health, at least, to her understanding anyway. With a final pat on the shoulder and a warm smile, Snowflake said, "Awroigh', love. We'll get'cha some more then. Firs' things firs', we gotta get'cha outta 'ere. Oi'll make sure th'coast is clear, an' let ya know when t'come out, mmkay?" She nodded to him one last time before pushing open the bathroom stall, slowly making her way to the door, checking to make sure that nopony else was in here to witness them leave.

Nopony was here, so she called back into the bathroom, "Roigh' coast's clear. Step to, Cappy." She pushed open the door and stepped out to the noisy club, and a little while later, was joined by Schwambart. Now that she knew that there wouldn't be much from him in terms of dancing and socializing, maybe she could still get around to loosening him up. He did want another drink after all, so one more for the road, she supposed. Hopefully she wouldn't end up carrying him home. Wandering back to the table area, she found the same table that they had before, still occupied by the stallion that tried to comfort Schwambart from before. As soon as the two of them got back into their seats, Snow spoke up to the new stallion, "Hah, sorry 'bout tha', swee'ie. Jus' a li'l somethin' tha' needed addressin', nothin' too maj'r."

She looked around to find the waitress mare, holding her hoof up and waving to get her attention, asking as she came over, "'Ey sissa, think we could trouble ya for another round of the same? Loightweight over 'ere wants sum'more." She grinned facetiously at her little quip, turning back to the new stallion as she asked, "So wot's ya story, love? Ya 'ere t'dawnce or are ya 'ere t'drink? Oi'd say we were 'ere t'dawnce, but Cappy 'ere decoided he'd rawth'a drink. 'Ope it isn't gonna be too much more though..." she glanced at Schwambart, "mixed drinks loike tha' ain't cheap, 'specially'f they go' some alcohol in 'em."

Snowflake watched from her table as the green mare sat down across from Schwambart, right where she sat. She was definitely a good looker, and from the looks of things, really desperate to find some conversation with another stallion that didn't just turn into them hitting on her. As much as Snow would have enjoyed receiving the attention, it starts to wear on one when all she starts to hear is some thinly veiled attempt for a stallion to get her to follow them home for the night. As the green mare took her place across from Schwambart, Snow sat in the seat that she left empty, now doing her best to ignore the catcalls from the stallions that were recently following the green mare. It was a bit of a struggle to concentrate and maybe try to lip read, but it didn't take an expert on lip reading to know that Schwambart wasn't saying much.

"C'mon Cappy, say somethin', be tawlkatiiive..." she pleaded under her breath, tapping her back leg against the floor rapidly and nervously. As much as she pleaded though, Schwambart's mouth moved very little, and she could see practically see him freeze up from here, and watch in disappointment as the mare that she sent over for him started to grow uncomfortable. This was the last thing that Schwambart would want right now, to make a mare uncomfortable and leave him. Snowflake had no idea how much of a blow that would strike to the self-conscience that had already been built up for the day, but she knew it would be massive at best. It didn't take long for the green mare to start looking around, looking for some sort of excuse to get away from the stallion, and Schwambart was stuck, frozen as he struggled to get over his sudden mind blanking.

Finally, the mare stood up and walked off, shooting Snow a strange look and shaking her head as though she was telling Snow that that was a very jerk thing to do. Raising an eyebrow and shrugging, giving her best 'I don't know what happened' expression in return, Snow pressed a hoof to her forehead and started to massage deeply before slamming back the rest of her drink. It wasn't meant to be drunk that fast, but many good long years in college parties have given her a sort of tolerance to the sudden shock that it would cause her. If anything, it made her a little dizzy, but that was easily shaken off. Right, it was time that she and Schwambart had a little talk; no more games, no more teasing, and no more fluff, she was going to straight up get to the bottom of this situation, and that would require a few minutes to speak in private.

As she approached the table, she noticed another stallion walking over to sit in the same chair. Snow had no idea what this stranger was going to do, whether it be to ridicule him or to try to help him, but she was unfortunately going to have to pull Schwambart away form him for this talk. If he was ridiculing her flatmate, so help her... Walking up beside Schwambart, she tapped her hoof three times on the table to get his attention, looking him in the eyes with a very worried look that was somewhat uncharacteristic of the carefree pony, and said rather quickly, "Cappy, love, we need t'tawlk. C'mon." As she started to lead him away, she threw a glance back to the new stallion and said, "Sorry bro, gonna need'ta borr'ah 'im fer a few minutes. Proivate tawlk an' awll."

Snowflake then started to lead Schwambart away, rushing him rather quickly along the wall of the club until they came to a sign. 'Mare's Room'. Without saying anything, she turned and led him quickly into the washroom, walking down the rows of stalls before pushing one open and coercing Shwambart to step into it. Luckily, nopony was using the washroom right now, and even if one were to come in here, they would be in here to check their makeup or expel the contents of their last drinks. A soon as they were both in the rather close confines of the stall, she closed and locked the door behind them, and started whispering to him, "Awlroigh', be straigh' wi' me 'ere love. Wot was tha'? Oi neva' seen someone jus' freeze up loike tha'! Real tawlk 'ere, 'ave you dated before? Do ya even 'ave a clue 'ow romancin' works or 'ow t'be a decen' col'friend?"