"What the..." Maya accidentally put a magic hole in the wall. "OH, *squee!*." "Somepony should teach her how magic works," said Dusty. "And thank you, Etheran."
Van continued to just lay in the corner of the room, still sleeping. He didn't even move from the sound of the hole being made in the wall.
"Of course. Nightshade. Please do your thing. We close up in two hours, or whenever Violia lets Azrael come back from that adventure she started, but seems to have frozen." Dusty walked back into the kitchen, grabbed Maya, and teleported her away. Raven breathed a sigh of relief. "Holy *squee!*..."
Nightshade stood up and shifted into the Draconequus form she had taken during the day. After a few moments of searching, she grabbed the oldest, most beat-up barstool she could find and tapped it with the barb of her wyvern tail. The stool sprang to life, and she gave it a gentle nudge towards the bar. Dutifully, it waddled over and took its place as the temporary bartender. She shifted back and rejoined Raven. "One problem solved. Let's hope it doesn't lead to more."
"I'm not even surprised by this anymore," Raven said. "Whole few weeks have been eventful enough. Hmm..."
"I just realized I still don't know where you live," Nightshade commented. "I know you don't stay here."
Blackened, confused by all the recent happenings turned to the stool, the current bartender. "Could you get me a Jack n' Coke?" he asked, unsure if the stool could hear. I can't believe I just spoke to a stool, of all things...
The stool tilted back and forth in an attempted nod, and made the drink. ******************************************************************** "For everything," Nightshade said. "I lost control. Worse than I ever have before. I could have hurt somepony... I could have hurt you."
She sighed. "Alright. I do like you... quite a lot... and I like what I've found here. I think I might actually be... happy?"
