[center][b]Boreal Dusk[/b][/center]

I watched as the earth pony and the unicorn engaged in conversation. Unfortunately for him, she seemed uninterested in dancing, as she quickly fled his company in order to sign up for the caravan. He, Sound Chance seemed to be his name, shrugged it off, heading to buy himself a beverage. But, surprisingly, he bought two drinks. By now, my curiosity was piqued, as I could assume that he was wither a heavy drinker or simply dulling the mare's senses in order to increase his chances of getting laid this very night. By the time I turned back to observe the pale unicorn, she was already making her way to a table. Of course, Sound seemed to be following closely behind after he, too, signed up for the caravan. I wanted to continue observing them from here, but I was rather paranoid that someone would catch wind of my glares at one just these two people, so I decided to upgrade my facade. I ran through the plan in my head three times before I moved a muscle. 

All I had to do was get to a table near them, far enough away so that I didn't seem like some creepy stalker but close enough so that I could easily hear what they were saying, and place my flank on a chair and finish my drink. It was the perfect plan, at least, it was in my head. I began to move a bit quickly, but I immediately realized my flaw and slowed down, using my unicorn telekinesis to keep my drink stable in the air. My head was cocked over to where that asshat unicorn with his acoustic guitar were at, as now he started speaking fancy. [i]Ugh, even more reasons to hate this guy. He's an asshole and a pretentious dill-weed.[/i] I thought to myself, but at least I wouldn't have to deal with him when I set off on the caravan.

By the time a sat down, Sound and the unicorn were already in conversation, although I did hear Sound mentioning something about her being a doctor. It definitely was uncommon for someone to be trained in medicine. I then heard her mention that she was born in one of those fancy Stables. By now, my eyes moved from being fixed at a dull, gray wall to being fixed directly at her. Only now did I notice the PipBuck near her hoof. Of course, I had a PipBuck, but hers was in almost pristine condition, well, compared to mine, which had a cracked screen and many dings. I envied this mare. She was born in an area where near limitless information was within hoofs reach, unlike my childhood where I had to hope for some modicum of Pre-War knowledge to be brought back from some loot piles. I then took another sip of my Sarsaparilla, looking back at the performer, who was finishing his act. I looked back between sips every once in a while, now noticing that Sound had himself a revolver which he started to show off. It would be fine for close range, but the relatively short barrel of it would prohibit it from being used at long ranges, although I suppose that's where I would come in.

I checked how many caps I still had: 44, counting the one I had received from opening my drink. I hoped that it would be enough to cover expenses for the night, but I would surely get screwed over one way or another.