The Unicorn lowered his gold-rimmed sunglasses and stared at the creature. "As my company holds the mining rights to this area, I'm afraid I'll have to disagree with you." He glanced back at his associates, and gestured to the northwest. One of the other Unicorns immediately headed off in that direction. "Now, if what you say is true, I suppose a bit of coal is fair trade. Of course, if we are going to be doing business, I'm going to need to know who and what you are."
"Hey." Maya tapped the camera at the bar. "Lord Arch. I've got a mother bucking bar. Come introduce in it."
Azrael approached Blackened from his usual guard spot. "There you are. Let's try not to be interrupted this time." Raven sleepily staggered down the stairs. "Uuuugh... too early..."
"In that case, one second." He turned over to Maya. "Hey Maya! Could you get us an apple cider and... what do you want Az?" he asked as he turned back to Az.
"An apple cider," he said simply. "On it!" Maya poured the two their ciders, bringing them to the stallions. "Here you lovebirds go.~"
"Indeed. It's almost as if it's actually quality." "Hey, Az. Blacky." Raven sat up at the bar. "Morning, mom." "Hey." Maya smiled. "How'd you sleep?" "Good. Hey, think I can get a coffee? Gotta go in and record today." "Right up." Maya poured her a very tall coffee.
"Oh, hey there Raven," he said to her as she walked in. "What you been up to recently?" He then took another swig of the cider.
"Oh, so the same old?" he replied. "Alright, cool. I'm just sitting here with Az. Hope your recording session goes well, by the way."
"Raven." Azrael waved her over. "Something I must show you." He tossed a newspaper down on the table, pointing to an article. "Hmm?" Raven leaned over and started skimming through the article. She narrowed her eyes. "...those sons of *squee!*es."
"What's up?" Black walked over to the two looking at the newspaper and read the article. Local noisemakers cause public disturbance at Ponyvenue ~High Standard Ever been to an open mic night before? You'll find that there's lots of good and upcoming artists all around Ponyville performing their own original music; you know, stuff that's normally pleasing to the ear. However, last weekend, there was a certain band fronted by a mare whose music (term used very loosely) I can only compare to the unpleasant sound of vuvuzelas accompanied with airhorns that the colts of today seem to blare for a laugh. When they first trotted on the stage, I didn't initially know what to expect, as I generally don't attend such events. Within seconds, however, my eardrums were overloaded with the sound of screaming and random notes with a guitar and barbarian beatings to a drum kit. To this day, I am still questioning the definition of "music", since I'm fairly certain what I heard that night couldn't possibly come close to that definition. Whoever decided it was a good idea to let these obnoxious yaks play that night should be fired and sent to Tartarus for subjecting the audience to such a monstrosity. The only solace I can take from this is that I saw numerous other ponies like myself covering their ears and wishing they could listen to anything but them. The frontmare (whom I shall from here on refer to as Mule) is doing herself a huge disservice in life by performing metal "music", as she's going to get nowhere in life. She is unworthy to possess a guitar, let alone front a stage, since... At that point, he stopped reading. "They actually let the guy print this?! I was there, and let me tell you, nopony was actually annoyed by any of them." he snapped. "And all that stuff he said about you Raven - completely uncalled for!"
