“SON OF A BITCH!” *SMACK!*

“AND DON’T COME BACK!”

Sound slowly picked himself up off the ground with a groan before flipping back around to yell at the bar. “I told you I wasn’t cheating! I swear! Fuckin asswipes….. Can I at least have my winnings?” The only response he received was a beer bottle being thrown out the door at him flying right by his ear and just missing him. Sound didn’t even flinch, instead he just scowled.[i]‘Those fuckers just took all my money…. Da fuck am I supposed to do now?’[/i] Sound firmly planted his rump down on the street as he thought to himself what to do next. 

After a few seconds of thinking, Revelation came to him! He was really thirsty and hadn’t gotten anything to drink while he was in the other bar. He remembered that the Silver Shoe Tavern was only a few blocks from here. Sound Chance promptly got up and started making his way down the street. He openly wore Second chance locked in place in his custom made quick release holster on his side with plenty of ammo in easy to reach places. Just as well, he also had his combat knife strapped to his leg in a thick nylon sheath. He wore his signature green bandana with his hair with bits of hair coming out the side strategically placed to pull off the dashing rogue look with precision. He also wore his more standard reinforced bounty hunters duster, custom tailored to his size as he was a bit taller than the average pony. As Sound walked he blissfully whistled to himself some tune he had stuck in his head.

After a few minutes of walking he was nearly at the Tavern when he spotted what looked like a cute young white mare heading towards the Tavern as well. She seemed determined however, not the face of somepony who’s just looking for a some good times at a bar. Maybe he would talk to her see whats up… maybe even buy her a drink. He was sure to have atleast a few caps hidden somewhere in those deep pockets of his duster. He trotted in a minute after her noticing she was looking at something on a board…. A Job posting board! Of course, that’s how he could get his money back. After she was done looking it over he made to look over the details and was of course instantly able to pick out who they were.

It didn’t look like the Caravan was going anywhere anytime soon so he figured why not talk to her now? She seemed a bit out of place and he had enough confidence for the both of them. Sound Chance than slightly and nonchalantly scooted in next to the white mare. He leaned in to speak to her as the tavern was currently pretty loud. “I see your looking to join the caravan. My name’s Sound Chance, how’s it goin? You don’t look like the adventuring type, what’s your reason for joinin them if you don’t mind me asking?” Sound gave her a reassuring and friendly smile. Before she could respond though, music in the form of what sounded like harmonics filled the room as it seemingly originated from a lone dark bat like pony. Even stranger yet shortly after the batpony began to sing, an acoustic guitar could be heard playing the same tones the pony was making with only a half second delay.

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Thunder Struck sat at a table directly in front of where the Caravan Company was located, with his rear hooves propped up on the table, a black Stetson tilted over his eyes and ad a fancy looking acoustic guitar resting in his lap. While his eyes were hidden from view he seemed to be expressing a wide grin on his face for no particular reason.

Thunder sat strumming his guitar to match the thestrals tones. Not to prove anything. In fact Thunder was pretty bored, he had already signed onto the caravan a while ago and was now watching to see who would be watching his back. Thunder was never one of those to charge up to the front lines and fight for others. He preffered having others fight for him, but what he did do was he made sure that all of his soldiers were as best equipped as they could possibly be. What use are soldiers to him if they’re dead right?

He watched a navy blue unicorn approach the table and then get pushed to the side by a larger pony, which made Thunder chuckle to himself a bit. He listened to the scene play out as he continued to strum his guitar. "Yeah, sir, I think you should let this guy talk to us, then we'll answer your questions." After hearing this Thunder began to laugh at first to himself and then the laugh sounded almost malicious. There was no mistake that the Yellow and black stallion was laughing at the navy blue unicorn.

Thunder finally spoke up after a few seconds of laughing. “Oh yes, defend the timid one. Cuz that’s who I want watching my back when we get out into the wastes. Fuckin Stupid… The other one may have been stupid but at least he had some big brassy balls and would have made an excellent meat shield. Speaking of big brassy balls…” Thunderstruck gave an impressed whistle when he caught site of Diamond Breaker. However, Thunder didn’t give Boreal time to respond to his mocking of him when he suddenly changed the tune of his of what he was playing on his guitar as he started playing faster and louder. [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=559hgfsA60Q]Thunder than began to sing.[/url] (Just imagine the same beat except with acoustic rather than piano.)

[i]“If it's groove you're looking for, 
then you've come to the right place
Oh can't you see, 
Classical is not the type for me

Now don't you look the other way, 
cause this music's here to stay
Now wipe that grin right off your face
Cause it'll all be gone when you step into this place

So put down that cello and go grab the bass, cause we're swingin' 
here tonight, this ain't no fancy music place.
You just gotta let it go, from everything that tells you no
Even if this is not your type of show, your type of show.

Now maybe you've learned a thing or two, 
about how fast those hooves can groove
Now c'mon just take a chance, 
these beats will put you in a trance

Now these things you just can't forget,
it would only bring regret
but there's one thing you must know
we can't stop this crowd from stomping on this floor

So put down that cello and go grab the bass, cause we're swingin' 
here tonight, this ain't no fancy music place.
You just gotta let it go, from everything that tells you no
Even if this is not your type of show, your type of show.”[/i]

Thunder was now looking directly at Bolero, revealing his eyes to him. He still had the same big grin on his face, but the eyes… the eyes looked disturbed. There was something very wrong with this unicorn and he didn’t seem to be trying to hide it in the slightest. If you looked deep enough into his eyes you could also see the spark of brilliance amongst the storm of insanity inside those magenta eyes of his.