Jaxler was in the meeting hall drinking a barrel of moonshine, while sitting in his favorite seat. He had had his crossbow laying on the table next to him and was ready to start enjoying the night. The average day for jaxler was far less enjoyable sense he left the guard. Every moment of his day was spent carving wood into useless stuff to be shipped away when the next Caravan came to town. The only thing that could kill off the mindless work was a barrel of booze, and the dark stallion was about to do just that when he noticed a pony walking his way.
Midnight's wearing a dark, near black, grey hooded cloak. We walks next to Jaxler, smiling and nodding at him. The hood covering half his face, before Midnight brings it back. "Hello again, mind if I join you for a drink.
Jaxler shrugged "Drinking is always better with company."
Midnight nodded in reply as his smile widens. He pours himself a cup of the harsh drink, before sipping it. "Thank you."
Jaxler sipped some of his booze before thinking of a way to start a conversation "So, I haven't seen you sense Granite about killed himself down in the hospital
"Yes, I know, I've... Well, I've been brooding a little, thinking about recent events."
“well... the war with the rainbows has been on everypony's mind”
"Such a grim state of affairs, but, that's nothing to talk about, not to me. Won't bring a smile to anypony's face. So, how have you been fairing after that hospital incident, Jaxler?"
"Granite? Oh, he's been fine, though i'm probably gonna have to teach him how to take a cut without balling up and crying"
"Panicking about a wound doesn't help, though it certainly was a severe one, how did he manage it anyway? is the chain sharpened?"
"I don't think so... When I asked him about it he said he hadn't the slightest clue as to how managed to cut himself."
"Could be a piece of jagged metal, that's all I can think of. I hope the sight didn't scare the other foals too much."
"Granite getting scarred over a little cut? HA, that foal got snatched by a badgerpony and saw that same pony get decapitated before his very eyes. That pony can take a lot of shit... If only he could learn to handle a cut."
Midnight grimaces at the thought. "Yeah, but foals are often scared about getting hurt, and when they bleed, they act like it'd the end. I'm sure he'll grow out of it."
"yeah, me too. Granite is a pretty tough for his size. He kinda reminds me of somepony I one knew."
"Oh, who?"
"Meh, Just some Foal I knew a while back. I forget his name, but he was a tough lil' fella'. He was about as scrawny as slum ponies come but he always found a way to win in fights."
"Most impressive, I hope he's improved since then. I'm sure his skills would be well sought after."
"I doubt it seeing how he's dead. The poor pony was killed by Diomedians a while ago."
Midnight again grimaces, mumbling something so quiet that Nopony could hope to hear. "That's tragic..."
"So, How have you and rose been?"
"Quite nice, actually. We've been getting along very well. It's hard not to smile around that little foal, she's just so cute, y'know?"
"Yeah... Little foals are just downright adorable"
"Very, maybe if I didn't spend my time burning wood, I'd spend it working in the stables. it would certainly keep me cheered up easy."
"Yeah, the stables are quite a nice place..." Jaxler sipped some more of his booze "what's it like being a wood burner?"
"Hot, boring, and it smells. but that's why it's a job, and not a hobby. At least it's helpful, that's pretty much why I do it."
"seems more exciting than carving wood into random crafts."
"I would disagree, wood carving, if you mean the art form, can be fairly amusing. At least I think so."
It's a mundane art that I perfected a long time ago... And it's not so much an art form if your forced to do it for a living and after the three thousandth wooden bracelet engraved with a random picture, things start to get a bit repetitive."
"Blegh, you should never use your passion as a job, it just ruins the fun."
"Yeah, I guess but it kinda lost it's fun a long time before i made it into a job. Though it's kinda a shame that I hate wood crafting so much, seeing how it seemed to be a family tradition."
"Well, could always start a tradition."
Jaxler laughed "problem is I'd need to start a family first, and by now I've probably scared away every mare in a hundred mile radius of this town."
That's a shame, really. But I wouldn't doubt that you'll find somepony."
"There's no need to be dishonest. It's not like me not having a family is anything new."
Midnight cocks an eyebrow. "Dishonest? I'm not being dishonest. I'm simply just not putting you finding a date an impossibility."
"Date... Who exactly would I ask out?"
"I wouldn't know, though, if any new ponies came here, you could try being nice to them."
"yeah, but it seems like Mare's always have these's preset expectations for whom they date. I mean there idea of the perfect stallion is somepony that has a "high paying job" or a "lack of alcohol dependency" and even is "pleasant to be around". How the hell do they expect to find somepony like that?"
"Eh, some ponies can't except somepony for who they are, hopefully somepony more understanding will show up soon."
"Yeah... Maybe somepony will come along"
Midnight nods with a smile, before taking another sip of booze. "So, why did you decide to start drinking this stuff? I mean, why not something with a little more pleasant taste?"
"because, it's kinda the only thing that can get me drunk... I've built up quit a resistance quite a resistance to alcohol"
"You can do that? Hmm, too bad I'm such a lightweight when it comes to this stuff."
"Meh, you actually lucky. Everyday I haft to spend more and more bits, filling out a prescription that's slowly losing it's effects on me."
"Hmm, it's really just a hope, but I do hope, that I'll be able to help you. You know, keep you at least a little happy, without this stuff."
"Heh, thanks... So, what makes you so willing to help somepony like me. Most ponies are repelled by mt general drunkenness."
"I pretty much live to help others, I mean, I'm not completely selfless or anything. But it's nice to make a pony smile, or to earn a simple thanks even."
"I tried helping others once... It ended with me getting a crossbow slammed into my skull and 5 days chained to a hospital bed. I sincerely hope you fair better."
"... Thanks, Jaxler, I hope fate will smile upon you, as it has upon me."
Jaxler made a little smile.
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