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"Well, Raven and Azrael look to have had a moment." The two ponies mentioned were at the booth conversing, Raven looking to be comforting her uncle.
Dusty quickly started purging away her memories of the night. "Here. Soon, she will remember nothing, and assume she just came here for a beverage."
"Because." Dusty forced his way into the maid's mind. "I'm trying to save her life..."
Raven chuckled and kept playing. "This is gonna be a mess..."
"Oh, sh..." Dusty gagged and covered his nose. "Upstairs, past the bedrooms. And take that with you, away from my kitchen. I'll wipe her when you...
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"You are, Hermes!"
"Oh. Well, get drunk first."
"Don't you want beautiful teeth, Hermes?"
"Eeeew, those are nasty."
"You could sharpen your teeth!" Asmo cackled.
"You cut your food... after it's dead?"
"Sandwich. Coming up." Dusty disappeared into the kitchen. Asmo booped his nose. "How do you even meat with those?!"
Asmo tilted his head. "How the tits did you figure that out?" Dusty nodded. "Alright, then. Name it, and I will attempt it."
"Sure. Herbivore, I'm guessing?"
Raven patted his back. "You know, you could've told me, like seven years ago." Dusty shrugged. "Fine. I'm running from the guard, so the base has...
"No taxes out here."
"Oh," said Dusty, "I must have misheard. Yes, my wife and I own this bar."
Raven sniffled, then suddenly hugged Azrael. "It's not your fault, you big oaf. Can't control what he did. It's not your fault..." Azrael was...
"Oh, you know it, punk!" She screeched her guitar, then started playing a complex solo, hitting notes faster and faster.
