"Why do I always enjoy the cheesy Prench movies...? Well, Prance is the city of romance, so I shouldn't be surprised."

The movie was almost over, and it was getting to the sappy "main characters make up and kiss" climax scene. Pinks was really into it, and she had her hooves wrapped around my neck, but she was staring straight at the screen. I didn't mind, and just wrapped my foreleg around her instead. She nuzzled into my side a bit, but she never looked away from that movie for a second.

"Yeesh. When Rarity said Pinks was into romance flicks, she wasn't kidding."

I just sat through the rest of the movie, until the projector was turned off at the end of the credits. Pinks and I stood up, stretching our legs. We'd been sitting down for an hour and a half, so it was a chore just to get walking.

"That was wonderful... Thanks for bringing me, Shadow. It was fun."

I leaned my head on hers as we walked out of the theater, and into the orange glow of the evening. "It doesn't have to end there. Is there anything else you want to do?"

Pinks stopped, and looked at me, an expectant smile on her face. "Well, tell me a story! All of your past can't be sad. There has to be something fun you remember." Then, she switched to an expression of regret. "Oh, I mean, unless you don't want to talk about it."

"Hmmmm..." I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes, resting a hoof on Pinks' back for guidance. "Lemme think... Well... I remember the one time Quick Fix and I were being chased by the cops. It was nuts! We were freaking out, all paranoid that it was all over, and that we were gonna go to jail..." I chuckled a little bit. "Quick and I were always getting ourselves into trouble. Heck, there was this one time..."

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(Seven Years Earlier...)

I flicked my mane out of my eyes. I was only seventeen years old, but I was already tightly knit with one of the gangs of Mareami. I was running their product through the streets, selling it to any sap who was willing to buy, with the help of Quick Fix. It made me feel like a lowlife, but hey, it paid my bills. A strung-out stallion trotted into my alleyway, and he was looking around, and I could see sweat on his brow, and he had a suitcase. It made me pretty suspicious, but I decided to try him anyways. "Hey, you need something? we've got all you'd need."

He grinned, and trotted a bit closer to me. "Uh... Do you have... You know..."

Quick Fix cocked his eyebrow. "Powder? Yeah, we've got loads. You got money?"

He nodded, and put the suitcase on the ground, and popped it open. It was loaded with bits. I felt my eyes almost pop out of my head. "How much will this get me?"

I chuckled, and unzipped the duffel bag I had strapped around me. "I think it'll get you my whole bag," I nodded to Quick Fix, "and some of his, my good stallion."

I was pretty busy unloading bag after bag of product, but I turned to face the stallion again when Quick let out a little gasp. The stallion had a badge in his hoof, and he had it presented clearly to me. "I'm a member of the MPD. You're both under arrest."

I felt my eyes widen, and I swallowed hard, slowly loading everything back into my bag. "Alright... We'll come quietly... Just let us load everything up. May as well help."

Quick shot me a dirty look, but the stallion just grinned smugly. After I loaded everything back into my bag, I looked back to him. Quick trotted up next to me. "What're you doing, man?!"

I leaned up to his ear to whisper. "When I say 'go,' run. We need to split up, or this guy'll have all his backup on us. Ready?"

Quick grinned like a madpony. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The cop cocked his eyebrow. "Ready for wha-" He didn't get to finish the sentence, as my hoof connected with his face, and I twirled around to Quick.

"GO!" We both sprinted off in different directions, and after only a few moments of running, I heard a large group of hoofsteps come into chase behind me.

(Listen to this)

"YOU! STOP! THIS IS THE MPD!"

I ignored the officer, and instead veered into a nearby alley, and jumped up onto a dumpster, and over the chain-link fence that was right in the center of the alley. Some of the cops just ran into the fence, but most of them followed my moves, only slightly further behind than before.

"Oh man, this isn't good!"

I ran back out onto the main road, and ran through the heavy traffic of carriages, narrowly avoiding getting plowed down a few times. But of course, I ran by another cop on my way into yet another back alley, who was alerted by the large group on the other side of the road to my criminal status, and he gave chase. I looked back at him, and rolled my eyes. "Why won't you all just give up?!"

He was slowly gaining on me, but I kept weaving in and out of different pathways, so he was slowed down just a bit so that he wouldn't catch me. I eventually saw somepony walking out of the back door to an apartment, so I slid past him through the doorway, and started running up the stairs.

"I really hope this works like it does in the movies!"

After I reached the third floor, I heard the main door to the building slam open, and the sound of hooves on the stairs told me there were about ten cops on my tail. The building was only ten stories, so I was running out of room pretty fast, and I was getting tired.

Fourth floor. Breath beginning to shorten.

Fifth floor. Legs starting to burn a bit.

Sixth floor. Starting to sweat.

Seventh floor. Slowing down, the police are only about two or three floors below me.

Eighth floor. Legs feel like they're on fire, lungs burning.

Ninth floor. I'm practically a fountain of sweat. The police are only a floor behind.

I burst through the door to the roof, panting, looking for an escape. I saw a window washer's platform, and made a beeline for that, but as soon as I set hoof on it, a cop tackled me to the ground.

"Gotcha, ya little punk! You're coming downtown with me, and we're going to have a little chat..." He let me stand up, and I was completely surrounded by cops, and the only escape is by meeting the pavement ten floors down.

"I'm spent... Wait, I'm on the window washer's platform..." I looked, and as luck would have it, all the police were standing on the roof of the building. I let a grin creep across my face.

"What're you smiling for, punk? You're going down. What's so great about that?"

I chuckled a bit, and looked the cop right in the eyes. "That's exactly it. I'm going DOWN!" I yanked the lever next to me, and the rope holding the platform loosened, and I started rocketing towards the ground.

(Stop the music)

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(Present Day)

Pinks was holding back laughter as I finished the story.

"And then, I just ran off and met up with Quick at the docks, and we stole a boat, and skipped town. I doubt they're looking for me any more, I just punched a cop in the face and ran off. I regret nothing!"

And that tore it. Pinks started laughing out loud, and she almost fell over. "That's awesome! And you just got away with it?!"

I chuckled, and nodded. "Yep. Never got in a bit of trouble for it."

Pinks giggled a bit more, and before we knew it, we were outside of Sugarcube Corner. "Well, that was really fun. So, when are we going out again?"

I smirked a bit, a cheesy one-liner coming on. "Whenever you want, beautiful."

She giggle-snorted, and shook her head. "Oh, you."

"Best. Day. Ever."