[Stalliongrad] A Working Vacation (OPEN)

[DeepBass]

It wasn't very often that Deep Bass was given the opportunity to take a vacation. Especially not bby himself. It was a strange, yet nice change for Bass to get some time to himself, since he was normally hanging around with his friend Mid Wobble, or his sister. It was nice to spend time with his friend and his sister, but occasionally, it was nice to get a little alone time... even if he was still technically working. Yes, even though Bass was on vacation, he was only in Stalliongrad to play a few shows at the local coffee houses.

As Bass cantered through the streets of the snowy city, his guitar case slung over his back, he was beginning to wonder if he was lost. He looked around, watching the other ponies going up and down the streets, wondering if he should ask for directions. After a second of internal debate, he decided against it, and instead kept going. Though he had spent his life in Fillydelphia, and the surrounding cities, Bass was always fond of the snow. In fact, he always wished that Winter never ended, and that the beauty of the snow would never fade. After a few minutes of aimless wandering, Bass finally stumbled upon a small club, and decided to go inside.

Once Bass had made it in the door, he began noting the surroundings through his amber aviators. The whole interior consisted of red walls, and blue tables, chairs, and booths, complete with a neon blue carpet. Bass didn't even think to look at the name of the club before entering. Not like it really mattered, to be honest. Bass quickly took a seat, and waited for the waitress to come over. As he waited, Bass reached into his saddlebag, and pulled out the letter from the club, and read over it, to himself.

"'Dear, Deep Bass...' blah blah blah, 'We, the management at the Blushing Ivory...' Ah! That was the name of the club! The Blushing Ivory... Hm... Maybe somepony, here knows where that is."

"Good morning, sir. How may I help you, today?"

Bass looked up, and saw the waitress pony, and offered a kind smile. He pondered for a second, and answered in the kind of polite tone that only the long humbled son of an opera singer, and a jazz musician could muster.

"Good morning, ma'am. I would very much appreciate a glass of hot black tea, if you carry it."

The waitress smiled, and nodded. "Of course, sir. I'll have that right out to you." Then, the mare cantered off.

Waiting patiently for his tea, Bass looked around at the other ponies who had wandered into the club that morning.

[Thrylos]

If Captain Dusk Sky really enjoyed anything, it was something nice after fighting through a blizzard to reach a destination extremely excluded from the rest of Equestria. Having landed the cargo and delivered it, the sunset yellow earth pony, with her wind tussled deep orange hair and one silky smooth navy blue highlight, had a little free time before she was of to her next location. Stepping into the club, she ordered a nice big cup of hot cocoa and drank deeply, the red on her cheeks and hooves melting into the rich, creamy mix.