“I'm on,” the server said in her high pitched voice, running a hand through her violet, waving hair. The hostess raised an eyebrow at her—knowing what she meant by it, that her shift was starting and she could start seating in her section—but doing absolutely nothing.

“And you are?” Rainbow Dash asked in a low voice, glancing down at the floor-plan to see the servers assigned to each section of the pub.

The server before her stood in perfect uniform and posture, a stark contrast to Rainbow Dash, leaning on the host stand with her collar unbuttoned. She did know who the waitress was, in fact, she had remembered the woman from when she had bumped into the bus boy. She was who he had been staring at. The thing was, that she hadn't introduced herself yet, nor made much of an effort to talk to her. Sure, Rainbow Dash was still new, but as the host, she should know her servers as to tell the guests who was taking care of them that evening. The waitress clicked her tongue with an annoyed sigh, but pointed at the name inscribed in wax pencil on the floor-plan beneath the pane of plastic Rainbow Dash could write on.

“Rarity,” she introduced at last, and even if she was irritated, she spoke her name with a haughty reverence.

“I should have guessed.” Rainbow cracked a smile, scrawling the server's name into her rotation list at the top, where she wrote or erased the servers who were on or who had been cut. Cut being the word they used to mean let go from work for the evening, not sliced open as Rainbow Dash had initially thought.

“Pardon me?” Rarity tilted her head questioningly.

“I just mean it's a very lovely name,” Rainbow Dash replied in a somewhat girlish tone, mocking the fancy tune her name seemed to ring in.

“Well, thank you.” Rarity smiled pleasantly, not catching the slight sarcasm in the hostess' voice but noticing some strangeness in her behaviour. “Spike did say that you had an odd sense of humour.”

“Spike... the bus boy?” Rainbow Dash raised her eyebrow and made a questioning face.

“Yes, that's him. Darling young man, he's Twilight's younger brother, actually.” Rarity looked over at the shift supervisor, who was visiting with Applejack up at the bar.

“They look nothing alike,” Rainbow Dash commented in a low murmur.

“No, I suppose not. But he's still a teenager, he's got time to grow into his looks,” Rarity said in a wistful voice, absently looking over the floor-plan.

“And into his trousers, working in a Joint like this,” Rainbow whispered under her breath as she glanced at the server's short skirt, and Rarity didn't quite catch it.

“What did you say?” she asked with a furrowed brow.

“Oh, nothing.” The host whistled innocently, bouncing her foot crossed over the other one. “I'll seat your section right away, don't worry.”

“Well, thank you. Pleasure to meet you.” Rarity gave a curt nod before spinning around and taking off with some floating glide that made her look like a débutante.

“Ditto.” Rainbow cracked another smirk, raising her eyebrow incredulously at the girl. Having always been into sports and never holding much of a job, Rainbow Dash never got much of a chance to meet women like that, except maybe her father's business associates or floozy girlfriends.

As the server left, Rainbow Dash heard the bell signalling guests had arrived. It was almost second nature now to greet them with the same few words, and as she did, her fingers counted menus from the stack on the stand. It was no trouble to judge where to seat, even if Rarity hadn't just clocked in and made it simple. She was pretty good at judging how many guests per section was best and balancing seating.

A few guests were sat without issue, except perhaps one or two asking for more favourable seats. After all, the customer was always right, and whatever they wanted, as best as could be managed, happened. Anyway, Rainbow had just seated a set of guests in another section and given them the speech which came out of her mouth like vomit, when she heard some commotion over her shoulder.

Peering back at the table, she saw a young server shrinking under the gaze of her guests. The girl was around Rainbow's age, perhaps a spell older, but had absolutely no social skills as it seemed. Her customers were barking some orders at her, and Rainbow Dash could feel her skin crawling at their tones. As she glanced up near the bar, where her shift supervisor was on the phone and completely oblivious to the confrontation, she decided to intervene herself.

Striding the distance in a matter of seconds, Rainbow Dash measured up her co-worker. The girl was tall and skinny, her skin pale and her hair no darker. She hid behind the flow of bangs, which were almost as long as her nose, and chewed nervously at her lip. The girl clearly was not adept at handling this sort of situation, but Rainbow Dash did not have such reservation. Slamming her hand onto the table to get their attention, her eyes shifted between the two curiously.

“There a problem here?” Rainbow Dash asked, puffing out her lips with a raised brow and a dull expression.

“Um, it's okay.” The server poked her fingers together and ducked her head further, embarrassed that someone had to intervene.

“No, it's not okay,” the customer spoke up, and Rainbow Dash glared right at him, though he didn't seem to take her seriously. “This waitress here is getting right on my nerves with her goddamn whispering, I'm trying to tell her that I didn't order this crap and she's just standing there stuttering!”

“You're mad because she's quiet?” Rainbow murmured in an irritable tone, her face twitching with resentment. No one should be angry because of someone's personality, that just didn't sit right with her. Glancing over at the girl's name-tag, it became quite apparent to her why she might have trouble being heard. After all, the girl's name read: Fluttershy.

“No—well, yes kind of, but I just want my damn meal and I am not going to sit here waiting all night while she gets her fucking words out!” The guest seemed livid, though it was not apparent why. After all, it was just a meal and a few drinks.

“Listen.” Rainbow's eyebrows dropped even lower over her serious gaze, and she took a deep breath. “We can do a lot of things here to make your visit awesome, I mean look around, we have some badasss blues playing, ladies all dressed up like some shmuck's fantasy, and a drink selection that could rival a government liquor store. The only thing we can't give you is someone to take the business end of whatever outburst this is. I don't know if you've had a crap day or are just naturally confrontational, but I won't stand for you dishing it to my servers.” The hostess made a face as she shifted her weight in her lean against the table. “You got something to say? Say it to me.”

Fluttershy watched on, completely aghast, as this random new host butted in to help her. Really, the girl had no idea about customer service, but she did seem to know a thing or two about standing up for what she thought was right. Fluttershy looked away shyly as the girl took care of whatever she could, knowing enough about policy to do a fair job of it.

At last, for better or worse, the damage was done and the trouble had been dealt with. They ended up tossing a discount the customer's way, but that was of little concern to the Joint when a customer's loyalty was at stake. Rainbow Dash breathed a long sigh of relief as it had been taken care of, and leaned against the counter at a server station as she caught her temper. She reached over her shoulder and plucked some menus from a bucket beside the computer at that station, where servers could punch in orders and such and send them to the kitchen.

After finishing apologizing, Fluttershy followed her to that point, and nervously stared at her feet rather than strike up a conversation. Rainbow Dash knew she had something to say though, so though she glanced back at the door to look for new guests and over at the bar to see if she had attracted a certain someone's attention, she waited patiently. Fluttershy cleared her throat well more than enough times before forcing words.

“Thanks, for that... but, um... w-we're not supposed t-to... uh, talk to our guests like that,” Fluttershy's voice fell into shy murmurs as the sentence ran on, and her eyebrows curved up at the nose.

“They're not supposed to talk to you like that, either,” Rainbow Dash replied simply as she scratched at her ear absently. “Sorry if I was overstepping some boundary, but I really hate jack-offs like that.”

“N-no, it, it's all right, I just...” Fluttershy played with her apron. “I don't want you to get in trouble.”

“Whatever, it's cool,” Rainbow spoke, waving her hand passively and shrugging it off. “Dolly's got my back, I know she wouldn't stand for that shit either.”

“D-Dolly?” Fluttershy repeated the name just as confusedly as Pinkie had.

“... Right, uh, I meant Applejack. Your bartender.” Rainbow nodded up to the bar before swinging around the corner of the server station. “Anyway, if that dick gives you trouble, you call for one of us, cool?”

“Yeah,” Fluttershy nearly whispered her response as the bright-headed girl turned and cast but another wave over her shoulder.

Rainbow Dash went back to her post without complaint, and had no trouble continuing on with her duty even if it did get busier through the night. But no matter how busy it seemed to get just after dinner time or around happy hour, inevitably it would drop back down to the steady silence that seemed to suit Rainbow just fine. After all, the Joint was no night club. This gave her plenty more time to go around and help bus, collect menus, and get a good start on her own closing duties.

She glared at the clock for what seemed like hours, as not a movement outside drifted her glance from it though minutes went on. The host stand was clean enough she could eat off of it, and most of the servers had already been sent home or were no longer on the floor plan, though they may have puttered around to roll cutlery or help run food to tables if need be. Rainbow yawned for what seemed like the hundredth time, and checked the clock again once her eyes focused again, as if much had changed.

No matter the time or consistency of guest, some people in Jubilee's Joint seemed to be busy. One of those such people was Applejack, up at the bar. Rainbow Dash watched on with boredom in her stance and admiration in her eyes as the barmaid carried several racks of bar glasses and placed them on the counter. She sure was strong, that barmaid. Before she could think much about it, Rainbow Dash found her way half up to the bar and already well into the lounge, tilting her head as she watched Applejack lift the top rack off the others.

Rainbow Dash swung around the empty, slightly aloof bar stools and placed her hand on the swinging door behind the counter, easily pushing it open before stepping inside. Applejack noticed her then, and her gorgeous green eyes flashed out from under her Stetson, which she tapped back on her head to get a better view. The rainbow-haired girl whistled loudly and placed her hands on her hips, turning around fully as she got a view from the other side of her usual perch.

“Wow, so this is what it looks like back here.” Rainbow Dash nodded as her eyes bounced around from bottle to bottle behind the bar.

It was stocked up really well, just as she had anticipated. Beverages of all kinds lined the walls and below the counter, mixes and juices and fruits in the fridges to boot. Glasses hung up above the counter in the stemware racks, which had never been noticeable to her until then, and she saw all the different kinds lined up right below the counter as well. There seemed to be dozens of them, all stacked on a ledge below the counter or hung up. Lights from all around the lounge refracted and shattered off each surface, each gleaming surface, and enchanted her.

“Ain't nothin' special,” Applejack's smooth voice rung off all those spectacular rounds of glass-work, and a smile strung across her face as the two met gazes. “Can Ah help y'with somethin'?”

“Nah, I'm just bored down there.” Rainbow shrugged her way around past Applejack, commanding her to shift in her stance to follow her with her eyes. “Got nothing else to do right now, so I thought I'd come bother you.”

“Bother away, Ah s'pose.” Applejack chuckled as she checked her printer, which was just by the computer and printed some receipt whenever a new order was rung in for some beverage throughout the bar. It was dormant.

“There's so many things back here,” Rainbow's voice hissed with surprise as she read labels and poked at anything nearby. “How do you remember where or what it all is?”

“Practice. Been doin' this for a couple years now, an' Ah did it unprofessionally back home,” Applejack explained with no issue, getting back to the racks of freshly washed glasses and pulling a few from the holes, balancing several on each hand before finding their place.

“Wow, cool.” That came as something of a surprise, as Rainbow had known about taking care of the farm, but nothing about any bar-tending before Applejack arrived at the Joint.

Rainbow Dash stopped suddenly in front of an unlabelled bottle, which called to her with its mystery and deep colour. Plucking the thing from it's place, she examined it. It was a dark crimson, and as she swirled it around, she noticed just how thick it was. This odd substance didn't seem store-bought, and she could even smell a faint scent of fruit emanating from the long spout through which it was probably poured.

“Hey, what's this syrupy stuff?” Rainbow Dash shook it from side to side, and Applejack hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, stopping it mid-shake. It was usually left with the nozzle wide open, since it was used so often and all, and Applejack didn't want it spilling everywhere.

“Grenadine, honey,” Applejack told her with a sigh, and the two lowered it together before Applejack released it. “Careful, it stains real easy. Ah once saw Pinkie Pie drink it straight—which Ah don't recommend—she dribbled it all down 'er shirt an' never could get it out.”

“What's it for?” Rainbow quirked one eyebrow and looked it over once more, shifting it to notice the thickness again.

“Makin' drinks; it goes in all kinds'o recipes.” Applejack went back to the bar glasses, trusting Rainbow not to swing it around again.

“Like what?” the new host asked curiously, her eyes lifting from the bottle up to Applejack.

“Common stuff, both alcoholic an' virgin. Oh, an' lots o' th' ones with dirty names.” Applejack smirked to discuss it, and easily twisted glasses around her fingers as she put them in place. “Y'know, Kiss on the Lips, Hot Sex, Throw Me Down an' Fu—”

“Seriously?!” Rainbow whined loudly, surprising her barmaid. She nearly slammed the Grenadine down before striding over to Applejack and getting right into her personal space, pouting her expression nice and close to the blonde's. “Why don't you ever make me those?”

“'Cause you'd prob'ly rather do that stuff than drink to it,” Applejack muttered with another fond expression, though this ignited more curiosity from the girl.

“Are you offering?” Rainbow smiled playfully and favourably, her fingers tugging at Applejack's outfit in places she was not sure were all right to toy with.

“If you're gonna stand back here, y'wanna gimme a hand?” Applejack shook the girl's hands off of her and gestured towards the several glass racks awaiting sorting.

“I'll give you two.” Rainbow Dash winked suggestively as she wiggled her fingers, but Applejack let that one slide.

“Al'right, these racks here 're filled with freshly washed glasses for th' bar. All y'gotta do is help me put 'em back in the right places.” Applejack grabbed a couple examples from the rack and held them up between the two of them. “Any pint glasses go in the frostin' box, t'keep 'em nice an' cold. Those with bases that expand out from th' stem like this can b' hung above th' bar.”

“Okay, easy peasy.” Rainbow Dash got a determined look on her face and eagerly grasped at two glasses of her own.

At first, she would search around quickly to find where each glass belonged, and when she had been standing there still for a good ten or twenty seconds, Applejack would give her the direction she needed. But the more glasses she put away, the better she became at remembering where they went. She did find it hard to hang the few above the bar that she needed to, so she left that to the slightly taller barmaid.

As she grew more accustomed to it and they moved onto the next rack or two, Rainbow Dash found herself able to wander rather than focus. Her eyes strayed to the barmaid once, twice, three times, and lingered on that third. Applejack's freckles were one thing that Rainbow loved about her, she rarely got to see them so close. She followed those little dotted trails down her neck and onto her chest, where Rainbow found herself content to gaze at all evening. Applejack's breasts grew with each breath and were moved by her arms as she reached out time and again. No matter how long she stared, Rainbow could not seem to look away.

“They like you, y'know,” Applejack said suddenly, and Rainbow Dash's face lit right up, wondering if the barmaid was actually talking about her breasts. It sounded ridiculous.

“W-what?!” Rainbow swallowed anxiously, more eager than ever to reach out and grab them.

“The servers,” Applejack continued, her eyes lifting towards the rest of the pub which could be seen over the balcony of the lounge. “Ah know y'ain't great with social things, but y'seem t' make a good impression on 'em.”

“Oh,” Rainbow murmured as she followed Applejack's gaze. “You think so? I told you, I'm no good with making friends and stuff, I can hardly tell if someone is laughing at me or my jokes.”

“That's cause y'ain't had much experience with it, what with goin' t' them private schools, movin' out here from Cloudsdale, an' never havin' a job or nothin'.” Applejack grabbed the empty rack off the counter and placed it just outside the swinging door, to take back down to the dish pit when she could.

“Guess I'm kind of a wreck, aren't I?” Rainbow snickered a bit, lining up several glasses along the ledge beneath the counter as she was told.

“Not at all,” Applejack denied as she smiled softly. “Ah heard what y'did for Fluttershy, that sure was good o' you. Not exactly policy 'r nothin', but Ah sure was proud o' you.”

“Oh, that.” Rainbow frowned a bit, helping Applejack move the next rank onto the counter in front of them and starting on it. “It was nothing, I have a bad temper is all.”

“Is that modesty? An' here Ah thought y'were all confidence.” Applejack smirked and nudged the girl beside her.

“What? I am!” Rainbow perked back up, snatching another glass from the rack and spinning it around before placing it in the correct spot. “Baby, you should see me in bed. Nothing but confidence.”

“Ah don't doubt that.” Applejack chuckled out, though for some reason she actually was uncertain about that. Rainbow Dash sure talked a big talk and she was quite the looker, but there was some odd anxiety in her as well that Applejack could not define.

Jubilee's Joint played music that was much older than most pubs in town, and styles that had lessened in popularity. However, that was one of the things that gave it such charm, filling it up with the aroma of authenticity. At that moment, Applejack could almost feel it in her skin, the seductive sway of soft blues, swing and jazz. They were hypnotic and arousing, and the glasses in the barmaid's hands felt hard and still in contrast to the constantly moving body of the girl beside her.

Applejack carefully watched her new co-worker as she helped her, and noticed just how close the two of them were standing. Not that it was odd by any means, there was little room behind the bar and since the two not only needed to manoeuvre around each other but needed to reach the glasses rack as well, it only made sense they would need to stand so near. She reached her arm around the thin girl, taking one of the glasses from the rack on the other side, and did it without even attracting her attention.

However, as she tried it another time, Applejack's arm brushed against Rainbow's shoulder and startled her, causing her to turn around abruptly. Applejack was surprised by the sudden movement, but responded promptly by placing her other hand beside Rainbow on the counter, boxing the girl in between her arms and keeping herself steady there. Completely turned around, Rainbow Dash pressed her rear up against the ledge lined with glasses as a means to make distance between their now almost connected faces.

Feeling Applejack's smooth leg pressing between her own, Rainbow gulped and shifted further back along the ledge. The glasses behind her shifted as her ass made itself at home in their place, and light dinging sounds could be heard as thin glass clacked against others. Their eyes clashed violently between them, but for once Rainbow Dash was not smirking or arrogantly commanding with her gaze, no, for once she was nervous. It seemed the barmaid was right to notice some anxiety in the girl, as suddenly it became more apparent than ever she was not accustomed to interactions like that.

Applejack would never admit her temptation, but the longer they were in such vicinity, the warmer the air between them seemed to grow. The barmaid could numbly feel the rim of some glass in her hand, and her fingers ran over it absently, searching for her senses. Rainbow Dash could hardly breathe, much less move, and waited impatiently for Applejack to release her or take it further. Rainbow would not even blink, though her body flinched as Applejack's arm raised beside her. She could feel the strength in her bicep as it raised past her shoulder. Reaching up as she stood on the toes of those sexy boots, Applejack's lips came menacingly and dangerously near to Rainbow's, and the host could almost swear she felt moisture on her own.

Responding instinctively, Rainbow tipped her head back and let Applejack's body come against her own. As she was leaned up on the counter, however, she was more clearly able to see Applejack's hand above her. Poised quite delicately, an odd contrast to her rough and strong body, was a thin, sparkling wine glass, held upside-down in her fingers. The base slid into the stemware rack above her and aligned with the rest of the similar shapes.

And just as suddenly and surprisingly, Applejack pulled away. Rainbow Dash could feel her chest inflate as the pressure of Applejack's moved from on top of her own, though she had hardly noticed the inappropriate touching. Relaxing against the ledge more comfortably, Rainbow Dash's taunted eyes made foes of Applejack's amused ones.

“Somethin' wrong?” Applejack questioned as she grabbed another glass from the rack and slid it onto the ledge right next to Rainbow's rear.

“Yeah, actually,” Rainbow said the words slowly and with great care, over-pronouncing the harsh sound in the second word. Her eyes followed Applejack's fingers as she positioned the glass close by her thigh, and trailed up her arm until the pair met gazes once more. “Why is it that we don't hang out more, Dolly?”

“What d'you mean?” Applejack asked, placing another few glasses around the stationary girl. “We see each other almost every day.”

“At work,” Rainbow Dash corrected, stressing the words obnoxiously. Applejack chuckled a bit at her attitude, noticing the clear pout on the girl's face as she did. After grazing Rainbow's thigh with a careless hand, Applejack pressed her palm against the counter and leaned in.

“Well, Ah wouldn't be opposed t' it.” Applejack shrugged as she kept up a jesting smirk. “Course, Ah dunno if you'll like me s' much when Ah ain't puttin' drinks t' y'mouth.”

“I'm sure you can find other things to put to my mouth.” Rainbow Dash mimicked the smile, and again their eyes were locked in piercing stares.

“Watch it, honey,” Applejack murmured as she leaned away from her and put on a stern expression, though her eyes flashed just as enticingly as before.

Snickering mischievously, Rainbow Dash pushed off the counter, her body brushing up against Applejack's as she passed her. She paused in the middle of the thin space behind the bar though, and tilted her head to notice the bottle of Grenadine once again. Her eyes shifted back to Applejack, who hoisted the now empty glass rack with ease and probably could have javelin-chucked it beyond the swinging half-door of the bar if she wanted to.

Creeping nearer to the bottle as Applejack had her back turned, Rainbow Dash snatched it up and peered at the thin spout which made it particularly easy to portion. She poured a dot-like spot on the tip of her finger and played with it between her thumb and that finger, interested in the very thick consistency. It was definitely some home-made syrup, and it smelled awesome. Rainbow Dash spiked the end of her eyebrow up as her sharp stare pricked the barmaid, and a more maleficent smile slipped out.

“Rainbow, is that m' Grenadine?” Applejack asked with a frown, noticing the familiar bottle in her friend's hands. With a dull groan, Applejack rolled her eyes and extended her hand. “Give that back.”

“Come and get it, Dolly.” Rainbow Dash held the bottle out and shook it back and forth, the deep red legs of the liquid clinging to the insides of the glass as she did.

“Don't think Ah won't,” Applejack said as she did just that, stepping forward and grasping out towards the bottle. At the last second though, Rainbow moved the bottle away and snatched the barmaids wrist in her other hand. Applejack's eyes widened at the touch, and she pulled against it once or twice. “What're you—?!”

“Relax,” Rainbow murmured as she twisted the barmaid's arm, turning the top of her forearm upwards.

Applejack pouted her lips grouchily as she let the girl have her way, though she watched her actions carefully. She tried to instinctively resist as she noticed the motive, which was Rainbow tipping the bottle sideways and pressing the tip near her skin, but feeling the firm grip, she gave in. Her eyes watched curiously as the thick liquid poured out, stickily lining something across her skin. Applejack glanced up once or twice into the face of the focused girl, but said nothing about it. Finally, she began to understand what she was writing in the syrup.

“Tell you what, if you're ever not at work, heavens forbid,” Rainbow Dash began, stressing her voice sarcastically as the barmaid grunted. She released her arm at last, and Applejack was free to look at the marking for herself: ten mostly legible numbers in a sequence of three, three, and four. It was a phone number. “You give me a call. Kay?”

Looking up at the girl who had used her as a scrap piece of paper, Applejack blushed profusely. Not only did her arm still tingle from the touch and attention, but Rainbow Dash had winked at her, displaying an adorably persuasive smirk. Applejack's mouth began to water as the girl before her looked at the Grenadine on her fingertip and thumb, taking the finger into her lips and licking it off. Heaving a slow and hot breath, the barmaid hesitated responding until the last syrupy drop had been licked and sucked off Rainbow's thumb and index finger.

Applejack watched as the host moved past her, their bodies grazing each other magnetically. As Rainbow Dash pushed out from behind the bar and left the half door swinging in her wake, Applejack pried her eyes off the girl's attractive body in favour of some more specific information about her. The number scrawled across her arm was shining in the looming lights, but dark against her already tanned skin, and slid down her skin transiently in some places. Applejack broke into a smile as she turned her arm further, protecting the liquid from slipping off.

“Ah just might take y'up on that,” the barmaid murmured through her pleased expression.

She glanced back up to see the girl gave a lazy and lax wave over her shoulder, returning to her post. Applejack breathed in and could smell the rich scent of the Grenadine, in her own particular make. As if she didn't trust herself to memorize the whole lot of numbers, she plucked a pen from somewhere behind the bar and peered back down at her arm, scrawling her numbers onto a the back of some receipt that had been lying around.

“Crazy little thing.” Applejack shook her head as she made out some of the numbers.

“Hey-hey,” Pinkie Pie's voice chimed in while the barmaid was distracted. The server came up to the bar counter and leaned over it, peering at whatever it was Applejack was looking at and writing down. The frizzy-haired girl grabbed Applejack's arm and stared at it. “What's that on your arm? O~ooh, it looks tasty! Is that your grenny-syrup stuff?! Can I have some, can I, can I?!”

“P-Pinkie!” Applejack had to jump away from the counter and yank her hand away, as the girl was trying to lick it off her. “Get away from me, y'lunatic!”

“There's numbers on your arm.” Pinkie pointed to the evidence, bouncing on her heels and toes. “What do they mean? What do they mean?!”

“None'a your business,” Applejack growled with an irritable frown, turning her arm and looking at it again. “It's just a phone number.”

“A gi~irl's?” Pinkie sang the word out with a grin across her face, causing Applejack to blush more furiously.

“Maybe,” Applejack muttered in a hush, continuing to write it out while her head was down and her embarrassment hidden.

Another smile emerged as she finished writing it down and folded it up, shoving it deep into her pocket as to not lose it. She poked at the thick syrup around the numbers and got some on her finger, bringing it to her mouth. As she slowly licked the tasty syrup off her finger, she remembered the way Rainbow Dash had done it, and shivered to imagine the girl's tongue on her own finger; or anywhere else on her body for that matter.

“You going to finish that, or daydream all night?” Pinkie asked teasingly, snapping Applejack back to reality.

Author's Notes:

A little more of that sweet, sweet AppleDash for ya. And yeah, a few more characters better introduced. We should be seeing more of them in the next few chapters, don't worry.