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Dusty tilted his head. "Are you with the Assassins' Guild? You seem very prepared and downright eager to do this." Azrael noticed the extra...
Asmo shrugged. "Sure, long as this doesn't trace back to us."
"Make sure nothing is left but a pool," Azrael demanded.
"Right, got it. Hey, something tells me you'll want a jab at him, too, so... care to join me in his bedroom when he falls asleep?"
"Until I make up an excuse to leave, or they find the stains."
Asmo shrugged. "I mean, I can eat him and take his place."
Azrael growled and sat back down. "Fine," Asmo said, "what's the plan?"
Asmo waved his hoof. "When am I not subtle, Changey Horse?"
Azrael slowly stood from his seat at the bar, towering over Star. Cricket's song had worn off. "How long has it been since my last execution,...
"Right. Apologies. Some Baltimare crime boss."
"You're getting us confused," Dusty said. "I don't eat ponies. That was Asmodeus there."
Dusty simply raised an eyebrow at Star. "Oooooooh, can I eat the dickhead?~" Asmo kipped up.
"Huh..." Dusty watched it flicker. "I know that pony."
The tiny, blue stallion shrugged. "We could always get you one." Raven followed along. "Alright... how about those lyrics? How do they go?"
"Ignore him." Dusty smiled some. "We're always happy to host a show. I'm Skydust, by the way."
"Sweet." Raven grabbed herself a spare guitar. "Well, it's more your song than mine. Show me how it goes?"
"Really?" Raven tilted her head. "Looks like some of that pregnant chick rage spewed out, huh?"
It was Skydust in charge of the bar at the moment, but he seemed preoccupied. However, after a few seconds, he took a deep breath and calmed down,...
"What the *squee!*?!" Dusty immediately floated over am old, rotary dial phone.
"Got some words?" Raven asked. "Oh, of course I do. Though I don't think I should be spending the night there..."
