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A little story about how two of my OCs met.
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“It has a lemon!” the unicorn corrected, much to Nox’s amusement. “And this isn’t homework. I’m writing my weekly report to my superiors and preparing—”

“Relax, Smiles.” Nox took a sip of his whiskey. “Take some time off and do all that tomorrow. It’s Friday!”

Quick Tie only sighed, tired and not in the mood to argue. “I… suppose it could wait until later,” he said as he started rolling up the parchment. He added under his breath, “even though I’d much rather finish it now,” he added under his breath. The unicorn hid the paper away in his cloak and turned to look at the other pony. “Why am I here, agent?” he asked, gesturing at his surroundings. “Surely you have other ponies to drink with. An hour ago, you didn't even know my name.”

“Well,” Nox said, tilting his head this way and that, thinking of the right words. “All of my usual drinking buddies are either on assignment, on the other side of the world, or both. So I figured I'd make a new friend, and your smiling mug was the first one I saw. You were free to say no!”

Quick Tie smirked. “Honestly... I thought Director Brass Tacks needed something. I probably wouldn’t have agreed if I had known that wasn’t the case.”

“Well, you’re here now!” Nox chuckled and too another sip before he put down the glass and nudged his companion. “C’mon, what's your poison? There’s gotta be something!”

“Ricin,” Quick Tie said flatly, pulling away from the other.

“HA! A mage with a sense of humour!” Nox exclaimed. “Good, good, we'll be great friends, you and I.”

The unicorn snorted, looking at the other in disbelief. “You’re so sure we’ll be friends.” Sure, Quick Tie enjoyed talking to ponies, but he would never go up to a total stranger and call them friend. Not sincerely anyway. This one was a bigger fool than Quick Tie thought if he handed out his trust so easily.

“Hey, it’s good to have a lot of friends, especially in the capital, and I like to think I’m pretty good at making them.”

“Right…” Quick Tie shook his head. “Well, agent. I’m afraid I’m not too fond of the taste of alcohol, so I make for a rather poor drinking companion.”

“Why that’s not a problem at all!” Nox waved at the mare behind the counter. “Hey bartender!” He shouted. “Get my buddy here a cosmo! Dry.”

Quick Tie scrunched up his nose. “A what?” He craned his head to watch her pull out a glass and a bottle of some sort of clear liquid.

“A cosmopolitan! It's a classic,” Nox said as he took another swig of his drink. “I think you’ll like it. Better than that glass of tap you have there.”

Quick Tie chuckled at this. He figured he had nothing to lose here. Worst comes to worst, he’d spit it out. When the bartender eventually placed the drink in front of the unicorn though, he raised a brow and peered at it curiously.

“Why is it so pink?”

“It’s the cranberry juice. Try it! You’ll be surprised.” Nox replied, raising his glass. “Cheers!”

Quick Tie lifted his as well, and said with a grin, “Here’s to a long lasting friendship, Agent. May it weather the ages.”

Clink.

Continued here

Description

A little story about how two of my OCs met.
---
“It has a lemon!” the unicorn corrected, much to Nox’s amusement. “And this isn’t homework. I’m writing my weekly report to my superiors and preparing—”

“Relax, Smiles.” Nox took a sip of his whiskey. “Take some time off and do all that tomorrow. It’s Friday!”

Quick Tie only sighed, tired and not in the mood to argue. “I… suppose it could wait until later,” he said as he started rolling up the parchment. He added under his breath, “even though I’d much rather finish it now,” he added under his breath. The unicorn hid the paper away in his cloak and turned to look at the other pony. “Why am I here, agent?” he asked, gesturing at his surroundings. “Surely you have other ponies to drink with. An hour ago, you didn't even know my name.”

“Well,” Nox said, tilting his head this way and that, thinking of the right words. “All of my usual drinking buddies are either on assignment, on the other side of the world, or both. So I figured I'd make a new friend, and your smiling mug was the first one I saw. You were free to say no!”

Quick Tie smirked. “Honestly... I thought Director Brass Tacks needed something. I probably wouldn’t have agreed if I had known that wasn’t the case.”

“Well, you’re here now!” Nox chuckled and too another sip before he put down the glass and nudged his companion. “C’mon, what's your poison? There’s gotta be something!”

“Ricin,” Quick Tie said flatly, pulling away from the other.

“HA! A mage with a sense of humour!” Nox exclaimed. “Good, good, we'll be great friends, you and I.”

The unicorn snorted, looking at the other in disbelief. “You’re so sure we’ll be friends.” Sure, Quick Tie enjoyed talking to ponies, but he would never go up to a total stranger and call them friend. Not sincerely anyway. This one was a bigger fool than Quick Tie thought if he handed out his trust so easily.

“Hey, it’s good to have a lot of friends, especially in the capital, and I like to think I’m pretty good at making them.”

“Right…” Quick Tie shook his head. “Well, agent. I’m afraid I’m not too fond of the taste of alcohol, so I make for a rather poor drinking companion.”

“Why that’s not a problem at all!” Nox waved at the mare behind the counter. “Hey bartender!” He shouted. “Get my buddy here a cosmo! Dry.”

Quick Tie scrunched up his nose. “A what?” He craned his head to watch her pull out a glass and a bottle of some sort of clear liquid.

“A cosmopolitan! It's a classic,” Nox said as he took another swig of his drink. “I think you’ll like it. Better than that glass of tap you have there.”

Quick Tie chuckled at this. He figured he had nothing to lose here. Worst comes to worst, he’d spit it out. When the bartender eventually placed the drink in front of the unicorn though, he raised a brow and peered at it curiously.

“Why is it so pink?”

“It’s the cranberry juice. Try it! You’ll be surprised.” Nox replied, raising his glass. “Cheers!”

Quick Tie lifted his as well, and said with a grin, “Here’s to a long lasting friendship, Agent. May it weather the ages.”

Clink.

Continued here