"Does anypony know what time we should be awake by?" he asked. "I wanna be awake before Maya so we can surprise her."
"Good night everypony," he said. "I'll see you all tomorrow!" He then left the building, remembering to set his alarm for seven.
Azrael got busy after Blackened left. He decided to make a few oil paintings, depicting and celebrating key moments in Maya's life. Maybe it was too much, but he owed her something neat. -The first depicted a young Maya, before she even had her dreadlocks, mane long and wavy. She was crafting potions in some shack, and her flank was glowing as she gained her mushroom cutie mark. -The next showed her still young, but with dreads this time, and a little blood on her hooves. She was scared, meeting face to face with Discord, who wore a crooked smile. -The third piece depicted her smashing a crystal on the ground, a white aura escaping it. -The fourth showed her getting married to Skydust in the woods, a holy stallion overseeing. They were kissing, and neither wore any jewelry or fancy clothes. -The fifth depicted Maya, Skydust and Azrael, embracing, making peace, but all beaten up. -Sixth, similar to the one above, but with Asmodeus. Azrael was hanging in the background. -Finally, there was a simple painting of the bar. Azrael put these arts up just above the booze shelves. Of course, being for her, not everypony who walked into the bar would understand them right away. Raven woke up around six the next morning, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
At seven in the morning, Blackened woke up to the sound of his alarm. After drinking a coffee to fully wake himself up, he brought his guitar along with him and flew over to the bar where Maya's birthday was being held.
"Hey!" he yelled over to Raven, eventually reaching inside the building. "How's all the preparations going?" he asked everypony.
"Good!" Raven motioned to the paintings. "Woke up to Azrael putting those up. And uhh, Tentacles looks ready." Asmo was sitting in the middle of the bar with his tentacles wrapped around the party cannons.
"Good. We have thirty minutes. The way I see it, I entertain myself by either dueling you, or getting you smashed."
Heart Song knocked on the door, her foal in a sling on one side, and a full saddlebag on the other. "Anypony up yet?