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Maya giggled. "What, I wasn't your first choice?"
"Oh, hey!" Maya waved after they quickly turned off the console. "Looks like it's a party!"
Maya and Dusty kept doing their thing while they waited for a surge in activity, switching to Primal Kombat: the only way Dusty could take Maya in...
"Good luck, dude. Be careful."
"Yeah, I've got that." Maya floated him what looked like a tie dye potion.
"Oh. That, too, yeah."
"Blood vessels, keratin..."
"Something like what?"
"No. What gives you that idea?"
"Oh. Him. Yeah, he's..." Maya got herself killed. "Damn it."
"That's kinda hot."
"Oh, hey, Mat." Maya smiled. "Good afternoon."
Activity in the bar was low. Depressing. Maya and Dusty, now bored, dug up and set up an old Pretendo Entertainment System, screen and system well...
"Killing demons, drinking on the clock, and light reading," Azrael replied. "And you?"
Azrael shrugged, still in his seat. "Light drinking and conversation, mainly." Dusty came up from the cellar and nuzzled into his wife's neck....
Maya rolled her eyes. "Yeah, don't say bye or anything."
"Well, I think she needs you to be a band member. But Azrael upstairs has been trying to claim you, so perhaps attend to that."
@Ridley Wolf Oh come on, the FFDP version is not bad. Plus, I chose that because there's no New Orleans in Equestria. Sin City may mean Vegas, but...
So, like, all of them?
"Perfect. I've already got a sense. You would probably do well in most of the should-be two-pony songs she's written. Wraith River, Planet Hell,...
