Snuggling closer into the girl's chest, Rainbow Dash relished in her lover's scent, adoring the heat of her arm as it draped around her shoulders. Before she was awake enough to open her eyes, she noticed that her cheeks hurt. It was something she had never experienced, smiling so much in her blissful slumber that her face was almost sore. Of course, mere seconds later, it was sore for another reason.

She reeled as she was thrown to one side, her ears ringing from the force of the hit. Clambering to remain on the bed as her hands found the corner of the mattress, she dizzily shook her aching head and searched for the source of the shot. It was both loud and quiet as she regained her awareness, the blood vessels in her ears pumping in the otherwise quite silenced room, and her blurry vision stalled her from realizing what was going on. There lay Applejack, breathless and choking and pinned to the bed by a much larger force, whose hands were firmly clamped around her throat. Her own hands were squeezing at his thick wrists, but her voice could not call out for help.

Rainbow Dash's eyes widened as she realized what was going on, and immediately she jumped in to stop it. Despite both of the girls' utter lack of clothing, neither could be focused on their humility or embarrassment as they struggled against the man. Applejack's hands dug into his wrists forcefully, but weakened by her rest she was not able to pry him off. Meanwhile, Rainbow grabbed the man by the shoulders and shook him violently the way he did to the strangled barmaid.

“Get off of her!” Rainbow shouted furiously despite the swelling of her cheek, shoving the man and throwing hits his way.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing with her?!” the angry man called back in a growl—though it was not clear to whom he was speaking—his strong hands trembling as he continued to shake the blonde girl against the bed.

Rainbow Dash's eyes watered heedlessly as she felt utterly powerless, and she screamed the only word she could title her attacker, “Dad, stop!”

“D-Da-ad?” Applejack managed to choke out through the monstrous grip, her own vision beginning to darken.

“Fucking let her go!” Rainbow barked her command, slapping the man clean across his face.

The assault seemed to stall him, and he regained some of his right mind. Glaring lividly over at his imprudent and unabashed daughter, who knelt next to him without regard for her bare body, he loosened his grip. Applejack, though nearly unconscious, was certainly glad that the covers still remained over her own naked body. At last the pressure around her neck was released, and she hungrily gasped for breath. As Rainbow and her father sat up and held their aggressive stares, Applejack leaned to the side and coughed loudly, covering her mouth and making sure to hold the edge of the blanket over her chest.

“You disgusting little whore,” her father spat in a low tone, his eyebrows lowering over his gaze.

“I don't give a damn what you think,” she said back, in just as firm of a voice. “I won't tell you again. Get off of my girlfriend.”

Applejack managed to regain her control, and glanced over at the naked girl beside her. The certainty and possession in her voice struck her as familiar, as it reminded her of how Miss Jubilee had spoken; but this time, Applejack was entirely pleased to agree. As her eyes shifted to the man who Rainbow called her father, Applejack became much more uncomfortable to notice that his knees were on either side of her hips.

“Fine,” he complied, pushing off the bed, climbing off the blonde girl and starting to the door. “But we need to talk. Immediately. Clean yourself up and get your scrawny ass out here.”

“Yes father,” the young girl replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

He slammed the door closed behind him and stomped down the hallway, leaving the girls alone in the awkward aftermath. With mutual uneasiness, the two girls glanced over at each other. Sitting up at last, Applejack let the blanket fall down her chest a fraction, and though the situation was tense and serious, Rainbow Dash had to force herself not to leer. Rainbow Dash leaned closer to the barmaid and tried to get a better look at her neck.

“You okay, Dolly?” she asked carefully, reaching out and touching the blonde girl's chin as to move it a fraction to the side.

“Ah feel like Ah've had more than ma fair share'a violence these last couple'a days,” Applejack murmured grouchily, rubbing her hands over her neck. “But yea', Ah'll live.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't expect him to show up like that, much less suddenly jump on you,” Rainbow began to explain, though in the back of her mind, she knew it was no surprise he would act aggressively. “He's an asshole.”

“So you've let on.” The barmaid chuckled lightly, finding the sensation bothered her still sore throat. “What about you, honey? Your cheek's all rosied up.”

Applejack reached out and caressed the girl's cheek, though she flinched at the touch. It was swollen, she noticed right away, and it must have stung from the expression Rainbow Dash gave her. The skin appeared to have almost broken under her eye, but she did not get much of a chance to look at it before Rainbow pulled away.

“It's nothing,” she denied earnestly, trying to keep the fact that the man had laid violent hands on her from her friend. “Man, what a crap morning. I bet you'll never sleep over again, will you?”

“Ah wouldn't say that,” Applejack played coy, trying on a smile.

“Well, despite the rude awakening, last night sure was something, huh?” Rainbow grinned as she remembered it, leaning back a ways and twitching her toes.

“Mhmm,” the barmaid agreed with a hum, leaned teasingly closer and allowing the blanket to fall ever so slightly more. “Feels like it was a dream, now.”

Rainbow Dash met her seductive gaze and felt her body physically respond to something so simple as a look. Following her lead to lean in ever nearer, Rainbow introduced their lips once more in a telling and compassionate kiss, before speaking into her mouth, “Let me prove otherwise.”

Their kissing grew deeper, and tongues began to mingle once more. Applejack moaned lightly into the interaction, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging and affection sparking between them. It was hypnotic and tantalizing, and she smiled knowing that it was real, unlike the stupid fickle emotions she had been forced into experiencing at her employer's hand. There was no confusion or fear with Rainbow Dash, there was only want and fondness. However, still possessing some remnant of a sane mind, Applejack remembered where they were and what had just transpired.

“Wait, seriously?” Applejack asked as she pulled away abruptly. “Y'wanna do that with your father in th' next room?”

“He doesn't own me, I'm a grown-ass woman,” the other girl murmured against moist lips. “It'd be exciting, don't you think?”

“Ah think we've had 'nough excitement this mornin',” the barmaid replied as she chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, you're right,” Rainbow finally agreed, pulling back and sliding to the edge of her bed. “Here, I'll grab you some threads to borrow, considering you showed up here in that silly little outfit of yours.”

“Oh, well thanks, tha's mighty kind o' you,” Applejack replied gratefully, sitting up a bit more and watching Rainbow Dash search the cluttered room.

It was surprising to Applejack to find how confident Rainbow Dash was, just walking around completely naked in front of her. She supposed that after all the things they had done together, it was not totally unfounded that she might feel comfortable, but it still struck Applejack as interesting. The young girl tossed a couple of garments her way, which she caught easily enough and looked over before pulling on. Dash found herself some particularly loose and ragged old clothes, tugging them down her body by a couple of holes she had worn in the fabric. By the time Applejack got up out of the bed and straightened herself, Rainbow had gathered the stray parts of the barmaid's outfit and handed them to her to fold up.

“What's he doin' bargin' into your house anyway?” the barmaid asked casually, accepting the clothing that was passed her way.

“He's probably just mad that I told him I wouldn't go to his lame Hearth's Warming Dinner. As if he would want me there anyway,” Rainbow muttered grouchily as she scratched her unkempt hair and tousled it about. She doubted if that was really what he was there about, but it seemed like a good enough excuse.

“Don't people usually spend holidays with their families?” Applejack wondered, her eyes catching the still somewhat shaky gaze of the hostess.

“He's not really what I'd consider family, to be honest,” Rainbow Dash said in a cynical snicker. “Even if he did want me to go over and see his whole new life, funnily enough, that's not exactly my opinion of a good Hearth's Warming Eve.”

“What'll y'do instead?” Applejack inquired simply, tilting her head.

“I don't know... get a bottle of Scotch, curl up by the fire, make some macaroni; my usual tradition.” Rainbow shrugged casually, but Applejack could hear the sorrow in her tone.

“That don't sound none too pleasant,” the barmaid commented, coming up close beside her and checking her face for tells of loneliness.

Even though the girl was a good liar, and adept at pretending she didn't care, Applejack could see that it did indeed bother her. With a long sigh, Applejack pursed her lips as she thought something up. She bent over and placed her barmaid outfit on the corner of the bed, as it was troublesome in her hands. Smiling softly, she reached out and took hold of Rainbow's elbows as she crossed her arms, faintly rubbing them with her thumbs.

“It's no big deal,” Rainbow added, though it only served to prove to Applejack that it was, in fact, a big deal.

“Listen, honey,” Applejack started, licking her lips as she admired the thinner girl with shining eyes. “Ah'd hate t' know y'all were alone on a holiday like this'n. If you'd be okay with it, an' all,” she tried to keep on topic and stop beating around the bush. “Maybe y'all could come on over to my place, meet my family. Ah always help ma granny cook dinner, so there's free food in it for you.”

“You don't need to bribe me, you know,” Rainbow said through a smile, which she tried to hide. “I'd love to go. If it's not too much trouble or whatever.”

“Not at all,” Applejack agreed with an excited nod. “We'll iron out th' details later, Ah'll come an' pick you up sometime early on, sound good?”

“Sounds great.” Rainbow Dash slid her arms out from being crossed and touched the barmaid's hands. “Well, I guess I should head out there before my dad comes back in here and starts screaming again.”

“Th' screamin' ain't what Ah'm worried 'bout,” the blonde touched her neck again, feeling the still tender flesh.

Rainbow Dash's eyes settled on the coming marks, and it killed her to see them. She knew her father was a violent and angry man, he had little boundaries physically whenever he felt like doing something, but she was upset to find out that he would do such things to someone she cared about. Leaning in, Rainbow nuzzled against Applejack's jaw until she moved it a fraction to the side, permitting Rainbow to move further. As gently as she could manage, Rainbow Dash laid an affectionate and apologetic kiss on the barmaid's neck, and was pleased when the freckled girl did not flinch from it.

“I'm sorry he did that to you,” Rainbow murmured softly, kissing one or twice more. “I guess he never really got a chance to learn to be okay with me being with people, considering I never brought anyone home or anything. It's not really my thing, social stuff or romantic stuff. But maybe he was almost wishing I'd bring a guy home, he always wanted me to have been born a boy. Looks like I'm even disappointing him to this day.”

“Don't you worry 'bout me, honey, Ah'm a tough gal,” she embraced the young rainbow-haired girl, running her hands down her defined spine. “B'sides, if he ain't proud o' what y'all grew up t' be, well that's jus' his sorry problem, way Ah see it.”

“Hmm,” Rainbow hummed a light pleased laugh against her lover's chest, kissing the girl again. “Thanks, Applejack. I really don't deserve someone like you.”

“You'd be surprised,” Applejack absently responded, knowing quite the opposite was more likely true. “Well, c'mon now, time t' face th' music.” Applejack released the girl before reaching down and grabbing her barmaid outfit from the place she left it on the corner of the bed.

“His tune's not quite as charming as yours, Dolly,” Rainbow told her with a snicker, playing off the country music singer nickname she had labelled her with.

Peeling the door open, Applejack allowed Rainbow to step out first, taking a few seconds and hanging the folded barmaid outfit over her forearm. She followed the confident young girl just a step behind as they made their way through the hall, and all the while she could feel an uneasiness in her stomach. As they made their way into the living room, the familiar sight of the older man came into view.

He stood before them as arrogant as ever, leaning back with one hand in his pocket and his well-pressed dress shirt done up to the top button. As he noticed the pair, he plucked the cigar out of his mouth and let out a long and heavy breath, which though Rainbow Dash was accustomed to, she still despised. His judgemental eyes lowered as he glared at his daughter, and the wrinkles around his firm-set frown grew deeper.

“Done screwing long enough to say good morning?” the older man asked with a rough tone, showering in the floating lines of his cigar smoke.

“Sir, if Ah may,” Applejack spoke next, surprising both of the others in the room.

“Uh, Applejack, what are you—?” Rainbow quickly whispered, trying to catch her as the barmaid stepped towards her father without fear.

“Ah'd like t' introduce myself,” she said in a strong and forward voice, extending her hand to the man. “My name's Applejack, Ah work with your daughter.”

“Looks like you do more than that,” he commented, looking down with disdain at the girl's hand.

Still though, she left her handshake out between them, allowing him to take a moment to consider. As his eyes trailed her hand, he noticed the several callouses that lined her palm and fingers. He was something of a stranger to manual labour, but it interested him that this woman seemed quite familiar with it. Besides that, she held his gaze and never thought about dropping it. At last, with a small chortle, the man placed the cigar back into his mouth and took her hand.

“Ah know we got off on th' wrong foot, Ah'm real sorry we had t' meet like that.” Applejack firmly shook his hand, and he was impressed by the telling grip and respect she showed.

“Nothing surprises me about that little brat any more, not even that ridiculous hair cut,” he spat at the young girl, who rolled her eyes at the remark. “The kid sure could learn some manners from you, if nothing else.”

“Real nice, pops,” Rainbow grumbled back.

“And you're sure a courteous host, how about some drinks or breakfast, Dash?” the man asked in a low tone, though it was more like a command.

“What am I, your damn maid or something? Fuck,” Rainbow swore, and Applejack was surprised how quickly it slipped out of her mouth in her father's presence. “Is orange juice okay?”

“It will do,” he growled back at her as she took off to the kitchen in a lazy stride. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he shifted his attention to Applejack and told her, “Sit down.”

Doing as she was commanded, she nodded a couple of times before finding a place on the couch, leaving the older gentleman to plop down in Rainbow's recliner. After taking another large drag of his expensive looking cigar, he ashed it against the little empty candy dish on the coffee table. Applejack watched him do it silently, but wondered if Rainbow might have had something to say about it, were she not in the kitchen. Her father took in a thoughtful breath as he sat back in the chair, his large hands straddling the rests between his fingers. By then, Rainbow was on her way back into the living room, placing down a glass of orange juice in front of both her father and her lover.

“Thanks,” Applejack gratefully accepted the beverage, leaning down to pick it up and take it to her mouth.

“No prob,” the girl casually responded, sitting down next to the barmaid and glaring over at her father.

It surprised her how long he could keep his mouth shut in front of company, but then again, he was known for putting on a good façade. He politely took a sip of his own glass of orange juice, though Rainbow thought it more his style to have spiked the thing. At last though, after noticing the way he bent his lips around trying to settle on an appropriate expression, it seemed he had something to say.

“So,” he started, and the two girls stared at him as they waited for his statement. Just as sternly as ever his voice rang out, though he said it through his teeth, “How long has this been going on?”

“Oh that's not condescending at all,” Rainbow huffed sarcastically, kicking her feet up on the coffee table and tossing her arms behind the back of the couch, which looped one around Applejack. “How about, oh, I don't know, accepting that I might be happy, or maybe trying to get to know the woman I choose to spend my time with. Anything?”

“You, happy? Well, that would be the day,” he sort of snorted at the prospect aggressively. “But you're right. Tell me... oh, what was your name again, girl?”

“Applejack,” Rainbow snarled irritably before the barmaid could say it herself, her hand slinking down off the back of the couch and onto Applejack's shoulder. “Don't forget it.”

“Right, Applejack, an interesting name for sure,” he toyed around with his words, knowing it would bother his daughter.

“Coming from a guy who named me after a damn illusion,” Rainbow retorted quickly, but he let it slip.

“Applejack,” he addressed the blonde girl once again, and he had her attention. “Tell me a little about yourself, then. Exactly who are you to my daughter?”

“Well,” Applejack was not sure how to define their relationship, but her eyes drifted to Rainbow's for a second as they silently communicated their uncertainty. Deciding to jump into the first question, she went on, “My family an' Ah own a farm outside th' city, which is where Ah grew up, an' nowadays, we distribute cider all across town, and 're lookin' to expand. Ah hold a degree in Agricultural Economics with a major in Business Management, which, to pay off, Ah've been working as a bartender in th' city here. That's how Ah met your daughter.”

“Seriously?” Rainbow whispered incredulously, having not known about that at all.

Rainbow's face settled into uncertainty and serious wonder. As she thought about it, she realized she really didn't know much about the barmaid at all. It was news to her that Applejack had ever gone to a post-secondary institution, or that she held a degree. As she did the math in her head, she wagered that meant Applejack would have been a couple years older than she was. She had never bothered to ask, and suddenly she felt horrible about it.

“A bartender with an Economics degree, in bed with my daughter,” he chuckled over how ridiculous it sounded, shaking his head. “This must be a joke.”

“Condesce~ending,” Rainbow repeated in a sing-song tune.

“Insolent,” her father snidely remarked back.

“Look, are you going to tell us why you decided to just drop in, or what?” Rainbow raised her voice irritably. “Because I have to say, you're kind of killing the mood here. I had some plans for this morning that do not involve my jack-ass father interrogating us.”

“She sure is a charmer, isn't she?” the man mentioned to Applejack with a light laugh. Looking over at his daughter, he went on, “I said I would come by when you had time to talk, but apparently this is not a good time either. I was hoping to discuss some... finances, perhaps.”

“Finances,” Rainbow Dash repeated, nodding her head with an oddly amused expression on her face. “Well, you know I'm always up for a little budgeting, if the occasion calls for it.”

“Dash,” her father silenced her with her name, though her eyes rolled absently as she leaned back into the couch. “Since I don't suppose you'll be picking up a phone any time soon to call me, maybe I'll stop by another time. How about... a little nearer to Hearth Warming Eve?”

“Thanks but no thanks, I have plans,” she denied his request casually, though there was a pleased note in her voice as she noticed how suspicious and uncomfortable he became. “Applejack here invited me to her house for the holiday. You understand.”

“I didn't know you two were so serious,” her father commented sarcastically. “When's the wedding?”

“Not funny, paps,” Rainbow Dash spat back, raising her eyebrows blankly at the man.

“Well, Ah s'pose if you two need t' talk,” Applejack started as she stood up, causing Rainbow to sit up suddenly. “Ah'll let ya be. Ah should be on my way any who, Ah better stop by home b'fore work tonight.”

“You're leaving?” the younger girl asked with something of a whine in her voice.

“Don't worry.” Applejack smirked, noticing her saddened expression and finding it cute and amusing. She adjusted her outfit back over her arm as she leaned back towards Rainbow comfortingly, saying, “You'll see me at work tonight, silly.”

“I guess,” she murmured, still seeming a little upset.

She led Applejack to the door anyway, letting her put her boots and hat back on, though they were scattered a bit through the room. As the blonde adjusted her Stetson, Rainbow opened the door a fraction and stepped out of the way. Applejack smiled at the girl and went to pass, but was stalled by Rainbow's hand touching her shoulder. It travelled up quickly and paused on her freckled cheek before the rest of her followed. It was a simple, loving kiss, though it progressed a little further as Rainbow heard the hiss of detest that came from the recliner where her father sat.

Pulling away at last, leaving but a hot breath between the still enticed lovers, Rainbow Dash whispered, “See you soon.”

“Uh, yea',” Applejack hesitantly agreed, feeling a bit awkward as she noticed Rainbow's father's eyes on them. Glancing over at him with a small smile, she added, “It was a pleasure t' meet you, sir.”

“Indeed,” was his less than enthusiastic response.

Though Applejack did her best to be polite, there was something of suspicion and resentment in her eyes. She had seen something in the man when he had attacked them that morning, and she was afraid to leave him alone with his daughter. But still, knowing so little about him, it was not her place to make accusations, and so she took her leave. The door closed slowly behind her, leaving the father and daughter alone at last. The first few seconds were silence, but between two strong and confrontational personalities, that never seemed to last long.

“A girl?” he muttered in apparent disappointment.

“A woman,” Rainbow corrected him with an irritable snort, hating the way he always treated her and everything around her like it was juvenile and detestable.

“Regardless,” he didn't care enough to apologize, getting to his feet. “Something tells me you're doing this to get back at me.”

“Why, whatever could you mean?” she played innocent, twiddling her fingers. With a growl, she denied it, “As much as I love seeing you with your panties all up in a bunch, don't confuse my real feelings for Applejack with any kind of petty resentment I hold for you, the two are unrelated.”

“Interesting, considering you do absolutely everything else to piss me off. Who's to say this isn't just another ploy?” her father argued, his eyes narrowing at her.

“Another ploy? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she snapped back aggressively, glaring at him.

“Why, then, have I never heard anything about your... decision, to be gay,” he remarked snidely. “It's not like you ever brought it up when—”

“When what, you would have listened? That'd be, um, never. And besides, I was just a kid anyway, how was I supposed to know, much less tell my jack-ass father? We have hardly spoken in years, dad. You never asked, and before Applejack... I didn't even really know myself.” Rainbow Dash rambled, crossing her arms and squeezing them tightly.

“I didn't come here to listen to you whine about your privileged adolescence. Whenever you get over this phase of yours, come and find me,” he told her as he pressed his palms against his jacket to straighten it, heading towards the door.

“Phase?!” Rainbow Dash barked as she shoved away from the door frame and stood in his way persistently. “Excuse me, but I'm not too stupid to realize when I'm in love.”

“Oh, for fuck's sake Dash, you are not in love,” he groaned in disgust, placing a hand on his head. “You make me sick saying shit like that.”

“Like you'd know anything about love,” she grumbled back at him, but stopped in her needless argument and stepped aside to let him pass. “You know what, I'm not going to stand here and debate the colour red with a blind man. So get on with whatever you're here for, or fuck off.”

“If you must know, I'll get right to it. It's only a matter of time until my wife notices that I've been wiring money to you, and considering I told her that you and I haven't seen each other in a lifetime, she's bound to think the worst of me if she catches wind of this.” Her father stopped approaching the door and told her exactly his intentions.

“As she should,” Rainbow intervened accusingly, and the man rolled his eyes.

“I don't want her thinking I'm having some sort of affair,” he told his daughter, and the two of them went silent. It was an awkward and telling few seconds as they knew the truth, and the young girl glared at him to remind him all she knew; all they both knew. “Don't give me that look, kid. Anyway, now that you have a job, I was expecting you to be able to pitch in with rent around here. Of course, I'll still cover whatever else I can. Do realize I don't have to take care of you. I just thought that our little agreement was too important to the both of us to brush off so easily. Do you understand?”

Rainbow licked her lips as she thought it over, wondering why he stopped before laying down any more conditions. With a reluctant breath, she raised her voice and spoke, “And what do you want in return?”

“Dash,” he growled, knowing what she was implying. The two stared at each other in mutual dislike and uneasiness. At last, the man just sighed loudly and told her right out, “Shit, just... pay your bills, all right? And remember what I told you about laying low, and keeping your mouth shut.”

She raised her eyebrow threateningly. “And if I don't?”

“You said it yourself: you're not stupid,” he reminded her, and with a shrug she half-heartedly let the subject slip.

“Jury's still out on that one,” she murmured with a self-loathing smirk.

“And as for that little girlfriend of yours,” he started anew, and Rainbow's attention jumped back up to him. “It's not a good idea for you to be dating, much less... ugh, dating a girl. Just... get rid of her.”

“I'm afraid that's something I can't do, especially if you're the one asking me to,” she denied firmly, stepping further out of the way of the door and gesturing towards it. “Now, if you're going to talk to me like that, I suggest you kindly be on your way.”

“Expect me to come by again soon, do try not to be indisposed next time,” the man paused as he looked his daughter over with disdain. “I don't need another reason to drink.”

“Speaking of which,” Rainbow took in a breath as she started towards her little liquor cabinet, knowing the man would be stalled from his exit if she did. “You want to drop the whole orange juice act and tell me what I can really make you?”

“You offer me that after your barmaid has already left?” The older man huffed a laugh, but seemed to take the offer. Starting back towards the living room, he told her, “Well, if you can manage it, a Martini serves to hit the spot.”

“Martini, you got it.” Rainbow Dash took out the necessary ingredients, though she rolled her eyes about it.

She plucked a cocktail shaker out of the set of glasses and tools from beneath the cabinet and grabbed some ice. She filled the shaker mostly full of ice cubes before she gathered the rest of the mixings: vermouth, gin, and a half-full jar of olives from the mini-fridge hidden behind a cabinet door. She added the gin and vermouth together into the shaker with one hand as she reached for the stirring spoon, only to be stalled by the man behind her.

“Shaken, not stirred,” he directed her, and she glanced back at him with a look of incredulous irritation.

“Sheesh, it's like you want to sound like an ass,” she barked back, tossing the stirring utensil to the side before grabbing a top for the shaker and slamming it on. With a snarl, she asked, “You wanna fucking make it?”

Instead of a response, the man just raised his hands defensively and went silent. Taking that as a no, Rainbow went back to making the Martini, following his command to shake his rather than stir it. She frowned as the shaker felt odd in her hands, as she trusted Applejack much more with her drinks than she trusted herself. As she finished, she remembered what she had forgotten, and added a splash of olive juice from the jar, causing the older man to raise his eyebrow questioningly.

“Dirty?” he wondered as he recognized her move, and she snickered at the word.

Glancing over her shoulder at him, she slyly remarked, “Ask Applejack, that's how I like it.”

“Good lord,” he growled as he turned away uncomfortably, shoving his hands in his pockets angrily. He hated the image in his head, and yet at the same time, it seemed to intrigue him, which disgusted him further.

Rainbow Dash finished the quick shake and strained the liquid into two cocktail glasses. Once she was finished, she took two toothpicks and tilted her jar of olives, stabbing the little wooden picks right into the garnish without touching it with her fingers. She obnoxiously dropped the olives into her father's glass, making sure it splashed and spilled a few drops before sliding it over to him. He took it between his fingers carefully and dully looked at the hapless concoction, but raised it up between them as Rainbow snatched her own glass off the cabinet.

“Here's to,” her father began, pausing to think of something to toast as he licked his thin old lips and ran his eyes over his disappointment of a daughter, coming up with, “A dirty reunion.”

Rainbow made a hiss with the click of her tongue and raised her own glass, adding, “And hopes you get hit by a truck.”

The glasses made a ting as they clicked together between father and daughter.

Author's Notes:

Alllriiiiight, so pumped this out quickly before work today, rushed to post it up. Comments at all, on RD's father and their... interesting relationship?