Separate names with a comma.
Azrael: No.
Azrael: No. Maya: Yes. Skydust: What is best in life?
Azrael: Ghost, obviously. Maya: Nightwish. Like the stuff I had growing up mixed with this cool, new music. Pretty bucking rad. Skydust: I spend...
Azrael: Speaking with your forefathers. Maya: Anywhere else I'd totally tell you, but... this is a kid-friendly site. Skydust: *nods*
"Kinda." Maya hopped back behind the counter. "Cows can't be trusted."
Maya: Magic peanut butter and jelly, dude. That's my jam. Skydust: Whatever Maya just said. Azrael: The kind without bread. Raw meat. With a...
Maya returned, balancing the steak plates on her back. She walked out to the hungry ponies. "All rare, just like you asked. Cow herpes free, too."
He shook his head. "Only if the larger guest asks for it. Thank you for the offer, though."
Skydust's ear twitched. "I really hope they haven't modified the building..."
"Ever done anything naughty with a famous pony?"
"Awesome. Be right back. Dusty." Maya vanished into the kitchen, and Skydust took her place at the counter.
"I've got meat," said Maya. "How do you want it done?"
"Pretty good. We'll still take a few, though. Truth or dare?"
"Yeah. We'll be there faster like this anyway."
Maya nodded. "Have fun, Arch! I'll see you when you get back."
"Awesome! Hope whiskey's cool." Maya gathered up twelve glasses and poured them each three shots.
She spoke unusually bluntly, "Now I'd advise you stop trying to intimidate me. I made a rule. That's that. If you've got any respect for me,...
Maya shook her head. "The ban won't? It'll last as long as this bar stands. I can promise that."
She narrowed her eyes. "Explain when I said I was."
"Arch seems pretty godlike to me," Maya commented. "Now... what was that about bosses? Can't just leave me hanging now."
