Daring has been in the shower for quite some time now.

After her little “episode,” she quietly excused herself, went into the restroom, and has been there ever since.

The average shower does not last 45 minutes, so you’re not entirely sure what she’s doing in there. You would be more concerned about her, but she has proven that she can handle herself multiple times in the past few days.

This was a just a slight moment of weakness, and now you have learned not to mention the words “parents” or “family” to Daring. Which should be easy, considering you can’t remember your own anyway.

You have been waiting for her to come out for a long time. You ordered some dessert from room service as you were waiting. Your chocolate cake has been devoured, and you got a piece for Daring too, which you put in the fridge.

Fed up with waiting in silence and boredom, you decide to take a small tour of your luxurious hotel room.

After doing a complete 360 degree turn, you’ve seen it all, and are bored once more. Luckily, Daring bought some magazines from that drug store she went to earlier, so you may as well read. Maybe that’ll help you remember something.

You walk over to the table where Daring’s bags still lie and open them. You grab the contents of the bag, take them over to the counter, and attempt to decide between three magazines.

There is “Cosmoponytan”, “Global Geographic,” or “Mare’s World.”

None of them seem appealing in the slightest.

The cover of “Cosmoponytan” magazine has a beautiful picture of a tall, white unicorn with three anchors tattooed on her butt.

The cover of “Global Geographic” has a picture of some desert on it. As interesting as sand can be, you pass.

And “Mare’s World” has a picture of some mare yelling at some stallion. You’re not sure why she’s shouting, but don’t have the will to find out.

Grabbing “Cosmoponytan” magazine off the table, you flop onto your bed and open it, trying to find an article worthy of your attention.

You see another picture of the white unicorn from the cover in this particular article, so you think you may as well read this one.

Glancing back to the bathroom door, and seeing that nothing has changed in the past 45 minutes and probably won’t for a while, you begin to read.

==========

Once you have finally immersed yourself in the daily lives of high class fashion stars in a land known as “Equestria,” you hear a knock on the door.

Whaaaat?! You groan mentally, perhaps enjoying the magazine more than a man should.

You gently place the magazine face down on the table as to save your place so you may continue as soon as possible. You really want to know all about Fleur and her supposed affair.

Standing up and rolling your eyes, you trudge on over to the door.

Who could possibly be there? You don’t know anyone besides Daring. And Kiduttaa. But what are the chances of that psychopath finding you?

Slim, you think. And if what Daring told you about him was true, then he is probably a wanted criminal, hence why he was living in the forest. You doubt he’d be able to show his face in such a large city, as this is.

Another set of knocks emanate from the door.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” you proclaim, frustrated. “It’s almost 11 o’clock, what the fuck do you want?” you mumble to yourself quickly before fully opening the door.

On the opposite side, you find two well dressed... individuals. One is a unicorn, and the other is one of those flying tiger things. What are they called, anyway? You know you know this.

Both of them are wearing large silver aviators and impeccable black suits and black ties. They kind of look like hitmen.

“Terribly sorry to disturb you at this late hour, sir,” the tiger-bird hybrid begins. Considering how courteous he seems, you doubt he’s a hitman, but who knows?

“We received a noise complaint a little while ago,” the bird continues. “The complaint was from the rooms in this area.”

Noise complaint? What noise were you making? Noise... Noise...

Oh! That’s right! Daring flipped a shit, threw a lamp against the wall, and started screaming.

You open your mouth to tell them as much, but quickly stop yourself.

That was a nice lamp you broke. Probably expensive. And there is a small hole in the wall. You have enough money to pay for it, but that’s just a waste.

And Daring may get arrested for vandalism... and using the hotel’s- No, the CITY’S supply of hot water because of her endless shower!

The unicorn is the next to speak. “We were wondering if you, or any other guests staying with you, have been raising your voice levels or throwing things?”

Yep.

“No, sir,” you say, “nothing of the sort is happening here. But I heard some noises, though.” You lean out into the hallway in order to point to your right. “I heard some screaming coming from that way. Whoever it was sounded very upset.”

The unicorn and tiger-bird nod. “Thank you for the information, sir,” he says.

“We are very sorry to disturb you,” the unicorn continues. “Have a nice rest of your evening.”

“You too,” you say, closing the door, thankful your lie worked. “Oh wait!” you call out to the security guards before they can investigate the noise further. “We were offered complimentary laundry services when we checked in, and we would love to take advantage of that.”

The unicorn smiles. “Of course, sir. We will send the maid right up for you and your guest.”

You thank him and close the door, wondering how he knew you had a guest.

You suppose it would be obvious. A lot of people in hotels have someone staying with them. Or maybe he saw your less-than-elegant arrival into the hotel earlier today. Your clothes are still nasty.

Oh well. No need to think of that now.

You knock on the bathroom door. “Daring?” you call.

No response.

“Daring? You need to come out. It’s been... an hour? I don’t even know, but you need to finish up.”

No response.

“Daring, you’re going to turn into a furry prune.”

No response. Not even a chuckle or a sigh.

You release a breath. “Fine. Whatever. Can you at least pass me your clothes and a towel? The maid should be here soon.”

The water in the shower stops.

You hear hooves clopping around.

The door opens slightly, and out comes a yellow-ish hoof, holding Daring’s dirty clothes and a clean, white towel.

She then proceeds to drop it all on the floor, close the door again, and turn back on the shower.

“Thanks,” you say, picking up the towel and kicking her dirty, bloody clothing by the door.

After stripping yourself down to nothing, you wrap the towel around your midsection.

Finally being able to return to your magazine, you walk over to the table pick it up, sit on the very large bed the room offers, and continue reading where you left off.

==========

You hear the door to the bathroom open as you are just about to finish the gossip column.

"Are you reading my copy of "Comsmoponytan"?" Daring asks.

“Yep,” you respond, not looking up.

Daring says something sarcastic, but you weren’t listening. Apparently, this pony named Fleur de Lis, a famous fashion model who went into retirement a couple years ago, is now pregnant.

So she is getting wider.

Fatter.

You don’t know why you should care, and you don’t, but the writer of this column sure does. Whoever wrote this is practically making fun of how fat she has gotten.

She can’t even go out to eat in public without people taking her picture and judging her.

Poor girl...

Oh well.

You toss the magazine towards the table, but miss, and it lands on the floor next to Daring.

You would make a joke about how long she has been in the bathroom, but you don’t. She got depressed, and now that she’s finally out, you don’t want to say something that’ll send her back in.

Daring, who has a towel wrapped around her mane, mumbles something before picking up the magazine in her teeth and placing it back on the table.

“Why did you buy that?” you ask. “It was dumb.”

She rolls her eyes and takes the towel off her head with her forehooves. “How else am I supposed to keep up on the latest gossip of Equestria if I’m never there?... I live in Canterlot: the gossip capital of the world. I need to keep up.” She glances around the room. “Where are my clothes?”

“The maid took ‘em a few minutes ago.” Again you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from making a joke about Daring locking herself in the shower. “She said she’ll have them back in the morning, sometime.”

“Oh. Sweet. Free laundry service.”

She shakes her head and body, further drying herself off. Her mane whips back and forth along with her tail. She stops and shakes her head one final time, getting her mane out of her face.

She smiles at you for a moment.

Then the smile falls.

“Something wrong?” she asks.

You now realize you have been staring, and that now would be an opportune time to go to bed.

“Uh, yeah!” you say quickly, pulling down the covers and sliding underneath them as fast as you can manage. “I’m real tired. Better get to bed, right? Long day. And we still got one idol left.”

You close your eyes and settle down.

“Uh... yeah,” she practically whispers. “I guess so.”

You breathe a sigh of relief. You don’t think she caught you staring. Not that you meant to.

Why were you staring anyway?

…

You don’t know. There is no answer to that question. You were probably just lost in your thoughts and just so happened to be looking at her. The only reason you were looking was because she happened to be standing in that exact spot. If she wasn’t standing where she was, then you wouldn’t have been looking at her.

Just now noticing the noise coming from the foot of the bed, you open your eyes to see what Daring could possibly be doing.

She has thrown the cushions off the couch and is pulling out the mattress from the sofa.

“What are you doing?” you ask, puzzled.

“Wha doesff i look like?” she asks, her voice partially muffled because of the metal bar in her mouth.

“I mean, why are you doing that?”

She spits out the bar once she has the mattress halfway out of the sofa. “So I have somewhere to sleep, obviously. Damn. It’s as though common sense completely eludes you.”

“Geez. No need to get so pissed about it. Just a question.” You toss the blanket off yourself and begin to stand up. “Get in the bed, Daring, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no. No way.” She grips the bar back in her teeth and pulls. “Why the hell did you loseff my whiffp? Ah could’ve been done with this stupid thing by now.”

“It wasn’t a question you stubborn baby. I told you to go to sleep so go to sleep.”

“Ah’m fine.” She pulls with all her might, but the mattress stays partially folded.

“C’mon. Let me get that for you.” You stand up fully and walk over next to her.

She drops the bar and puts her forelegs on your chest so you’re both eye-level with each other, startling you. “No no no, sit back down. The bed is way bigger and comfier than the sofa, and you earned it. You’ve done a lot for me already, so just rest. Not only that, but you’re two feet taller than I am, so you could use the extra space.”

“I can curl up on the sofa-bed.” You begin to move forward but Daring, hooves still on your chest, pushes you back.

“You’re also way more injured than I am. Your back is all cut up-”

“It doesn’t hurt that much-”

“But it will once the medicine wears off.” She sighs heavily and drops herself back on all fours. “Why are you always so damn difficult? Just lie down and go to sleep!” She turns and walks back to the sofa.

“Why don’t we just share the damn thing?” you ask. Your face suddenly gets warmer as dirty thoughts flood through your mind.

Daring turns around and smiles at you. “What are you suggesting?” she purrs.

Now your face is positively on fire. “N-Nothing! Nothing like that. It’s a big bed so there’s enough room for the both of us. More than enough, actually.”

She snickers. “Relax! Just teasing. No need to get all red.”

“...I’m not red,” you mumble.

“Yeah,” she laughs. “Totally.” She pushes the mattress with her hooves, but it does not move.

“Need some help?” you ask, seeing her struggle.

“I don’t always need your help,” she grunts, pushing on the mattress.

“Really? ‘Cause you’re doing a tremendous job at proving yourself wrong.”

You’re sure she would glare at you, but she is too concentrated on completing the simple task of folding a damn bed.

“Why the hell do they make these things so hard to use?!” she yells.

Today has been a long day, and you would love for it to be over. So you walk next to Daring, and before she can protest, lift the bottom end up, and the rest of the mattress slides back into the sofa.

"Simple stuff," you say smugly, sticking your tongue out at the angry pegasus.

“Simple stuff...” she mumbles, imitating you. “Fuck that sofa.”

Daring literally jumps into bed, seeming very eager for some reason, bounces a couple of times before settling, and slips under the covers. You enter on your side, lie down, and pull the covers over you.

You completely forgot you were still wearing the towel, but thank whatever deity that is out there that you still are. No need to give Daring a free show.

“Thanks for this, by the way,” Daring says. You look over to her. “You know. Sharing the bed and all. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve slept on the floor of some jungle or desert. A bed is a nice change of pace.” She smiles.

You smile in return. “Yeah, I bet.”

The both of you just stay smiling at each other for a while.

You looking into her big red eyes.

She’s looking back into yours.

Smiling...

It’s time for bed.

“Good night, Daring,” you say, turning yourself over, flipping off the bed-side lamp, and settling down.

“‘Night,” she responds. After a few moments you hear her shifting around.

The light is off, the room is dark, the bed is comfortable, and you drift off into a much needed sleep with Daring by your side.

==========

Daring snores louder than a drunk homeless man.

You were having such a lovely time sleeping until you were so rudely awoken by those awful sounds. She wasn’t snoring last night.

Maybe it was the wine?

Who knows.

You’re too tired and frustrated to care.

“Shutuuuuuuup!” you groan, pulling the covers tighter over you and glancing at the digital clock on your nightstand.

It’s 2:30 in the morning.

Despite your feeble attempts to silence her snoring, she continues to make her terrible noises.

It’s only been 15 seconds, but that’s 15 seconds you could’ve spent in blissful sleep.

You sit up, grab your pillow, and whack her just hard enough on the chest to wake her up.

“Wazzat?” Daring asks sitting up and looking around.

You pretend to be asleep as to not draw attention to you.

Daring falls backwards, lands heavily back on her pillows, and resumes her snoring.

==========

You don’t know what Daring was dreaming about last night, but it must have been pretty intense considering the way she is currently lying.

Both of your bodies are forming a lowercase “t” position, with you lying in almost exactly the same spot you fell asleep in, except now you’re on your back and facing the ceiling, and Daring is turned sideways. Her right wing is lying on your stomach, so her whole body is facing towards you.

The room is dark, but it’s light enough for you to see everything around you with relative ease.

“Daring?” you whisper, trying to wake her up. “Daring?” you say a little louder.

Her eyes begin to flutter, showing that she is awake, but she has not fully opened her eyes yet.

Panicking and wanting to avoid an inevitable awkward conversation that is sure to follow, you lie your head back down on your pillow and close your eyes, pretending to be asleep. You just have to wait for her to get up, realize the awkwardness she can avoid, and get off of you.

It’s the perfect plan.

You feel Daring stretch. Her back straightens, along with all four of her legs, as she lets out a satisfied sigh. A hoof twitches, she smacks her lips a couple times, and you feel her sitting up slightly.

There are a few moments of silence.

You would think Daring would be surprised. You would think that Daring would move off of you after realizing where she was sleeping.

You would think...

But you’d be wrong.

Instead, you feel Daring flop herself back down to where she was just lying and take a deep breath.

==========

After a good 10 or 15 minutes of you being unsure of what to do, Daring finally gets up. You know for a fact that she has been awake, so why she would voluntarily lie on top of you is something that you cannot comprehend.

You’re probably not the most comfortable of surfaces.

You wait a few seconds after she has gotten up to finally open your eyes, stretch, and pretend to wake up, still wondering why that filly would want to lie on you.

You look to your left where you hear movement.

“What are you doing?” you ask, seeing Daring rummage through the kitchen.

“Finding breakfast,” she responds, looking through the refrigerator.

“Like what? We don’t have anything here.”

“Ha!” she laughs, supposedly finding something. “Bullshit! Look at this!” She stands up and shows you what she has. In one hoof is a bottle of ‘Mountain Do,’ which is some kind of soda. In the other is a small styrofoam container, which holds Daring’s dessert from last night that she did not eat. “Lookit! Breakfast!”

“That’s not breakfast, moron. That’s just shit you happened to find in the fridge.” You roll your eyes. “We’ve got plenty of money, dude. Let’s just get something from room service.”

“Pfft!” She waves a hoof at you, popping open the container of chocolate cake. “That’s dumb. We got food right here! C’mere, I’ll split it with ya.”

She takes a swig from the soda bottle before placing it back down on the counter and gesturing to it with her eyes.

“Have some. It’s good.”

You shake your head. “Fuck that. I’m getting real food, and I’m getting you something too.”

She waves her hooves at you. “I don’t need anything, bro. I-”

“You want pancakes or what?”

“Yes please.”

Her quick response surprised you, but you’re not gonna question it.

“I’ll order it,” Daring says. “You go shower. You look like hell.”

“Aww,” you say sarcastically. “Thanks, buddy.”

You walk into the bathroom and begin your morning rituals.

==========

“You order everything?” you ask, coming out of the bathroom.

Daring looks up from the newspaper she is reading, a look of shock on her face. “Oh my gosh! That’s what I forgot!” She turns the page loudly and dramatically rolls her eyes. “Of course I ordered it. I’m not as forgetful as you.”

Ouch.

“Just a question. What are you reading?”

“The newspaper.”

You rub your face with your hands. “Sweet gentle Jesus forgive me my sins for I am about to murder-”

“It’s a sports article. They’re reporting about soccer ‘cause the World Cup is coming up. Want to hear more about it?”

“No.”

“Then stop asking me questions.”

A few moments of silence pass.

“When is the food gonna get here?” you ask.

“How would I know? Does it look like I work here?”

“Can you answer at least one of my goddamn questions?”

“They said 30 minutes or less. Relax, will ya?”

You go to sit on your unmade queen sized bed. You may as well relax for a while and wait if Daring isn’t gonna talk to you.

You sigh as you lie on the soft mattress.

...

“Gryphon!” you exclaim, sitting up suddenly. “Gryphon! That’s it. Gryphon. I knew it. Gryphon. I knew I knew it. Hot damn!”

“What are you yelling about?” asks a very confused and upset Daring. Oh well. It’s not like you meant to interrupt her.

“The guys at the door earlier... one was a gryphon. I remember Valheita told me about a gryphon and-”

You stop yourself. Valheita told you about Daring using a gryphon to get some treasure, a subject you have been meaning to bring up.

“And?...” Daring asks, rolling her hoof from behind the paper, impatiently waiting for you to continue.

“N-Nothing,” you breathe. “It’s nothing.”

“If you’re sure.” She rolls her eyes and goes back to ignoring you. “Oh!” She looks back to you. “The maid dropped off our clothes. I put yours on the chair right there.” She points to a chair across the room.

You look up and, sure enough, your clothes are all neatly laid out on the chair.

“Thanks, Daring.”

“I didn’t wash ‘em.”

Ignoring her statement, you observe the clothes, checking to see how little they actually managed to get out.

Surprisingly, they are completely clean. Cleaner than you can remember. There is no dirt. There is no blood.

They must have some seriously strong laundry detergent to clean this shit. It must have been industrial strength Tide or some shit.

Damn.

==========

Besides changing into your clean clothes, nothing has happened. Except for silence.

Daring puts down the paper and glances at the clock.

“I’mma shower before the food gets here,” she says, standing up, strolling out in the open and stretching.

Naturally, you look over just in time to see her stretching.

Her wings spread out and flap once. She keeps her rump high in the air as she dips her head and upper body down to the floor.

She glances over at you, and your eyes connect. You glance away, but immediately look back again.

She smiles before standing up straight, her gaze never leaving yours.

“Looking is free,” she coos seductively, “but touching will cost you.” She closes her eyes and slowly walks away, swaying her hips and swishing her tail once.

You look away in embarrassment, but find yourself wanting to look back.

Before you can, the bathroom door has shut and Daring is out of sight.

You grumble angrily to yourself, wondering what could have possibly been going through your head.

You stroll over to the kitchen sink in order to splash some cold water on your face. You’re just not thinking clearly. These past few days have been very strange, you think, which must be why you’re feeling like this.

It’ll pass.

You know it will.

Just then, you hear three knocks on the door. Without giving any conscious thought, you move to answer it.

Opening the door, you are greeted with the pleasant sight of room service. Suddenly feeling famished and overjoyed at the thought of being able to eat, you open the door all the way to allow your waiter to come inside.

The brown pony waiter, who has no horn or wings accompanying him, pushes his cart into your room without saying a word.

Only one tray sits on top of the rolling cart, which is covered by a silver-domed lid.

This confuses you. Didn’t Daring order for the both of you.

Son of a bitch! She probably just ordered for herself... Well screw you too, Daring, I’mma eat your food.

You move towards the kitchen counter where the bag of gold coins sits.

“So how much do I owe you?” you ask, getting a couple bits out of the bag to pay the guy and for a more-than-decent tip.

After a few seconds of silence, you turn around.

The brown pony removes the silver lid off the tray, and underneath lies - not your pancakes - but a very large bowie knife.

Where are my pancakes?

Before you have an attempt to express your confusion to the waiter, he picks up the knife in his mouth and runs at you.

You react, but much too slowly.

The tip of the knife grazes your thigh as you jump to the side, giving you a small tear in your clean pants and a stinging cut.

Reacting naturally, you swing your fist, which connects with the side of your attackers face. The knife falls from his mouth as he grunts in pain.

Before you can move to pick up the weapon, your attacker reels around and bucks you right in the stomach, knocking you backwards.

You groan from your vulnerable position on the ground. “Ooh... Daring!” you call. “Daring!”

“Give me a minute, will ya!” you hear her shout back.

“Daring! It’s a-”

You are interrupted by a swift kick to the side of the head, silencing and disorienting you. You grip the side of your head, rising shakily to your feet.

The brown pony move towards you with a purpose. Still feeling dizzy from that kick in the head, you swing your leg out and pray that it hits some part of the assailant.

Luckily, your foot hits his neck just hard enough to knock him over.

“Thank Jesus,” you whisper, turning towards the bathroom door. “Daring!”

“I’m in the damn bathroom!” she yells. “Can’t a filly get some privacy?!”

“Daring! Get out- ach!” you yell before feeling a tremendous pressure on your back and around your neck. Your attacker has managed to jump on you and get a leg around your throat.

You’re quickly losing air. You stumble around the room, trying to balance yourself, but just end up knocking the breakfast cart over.

You fall to your knees.

“Daring!” you choke out, the offending pony’s foreleg still holding tightly around your neck. You choke and sputter a couple more times, your vision becoming hazy. “D-Dar...ing...”

You desperately swing an elbow behind you, but hit nothing. You swing again, and hit nothing. You swing again, and finally hit your attacker in the stomach, causing his grip to slip for a brief moment, which is all you need.

The blood rushes back into your head and your vision adjusts as you swing behind you again, knocking the brown pony onto his back.

You frantically search the ground for the fallen knife. That knife will decide who wins this battle. Who lives and who dies. Who - THERE IT IS!

The knife is lying only a few feet from your stunned attacker, who is beginning to get back onto his feet.

As you dive and stretch towards the knife, your assaulter notices where the weapon is lying too, and begins to go for it, himself.

You land heavily on your chest, your outstretched hand landing on top of the knife, cutting you a little bit, but the important thing right now is that you have a grip on it. Unfortunately, your attacker attempts to grip the handle of the knife with his hoof.

Luckily, you are the only being in the room with hands, so your grip is much stronger than this horse.

You pull the knife towards you and turn it in your hand so the handle, and not the blade, is now in the grasp of your hand. You quickly sit up on your knees to prepare to fend off this horse.

“Daring!” you shout, as the brown pony dives at you, knocking you onto the floor once more. The stallion is on top of you, looking down with a murderous expression.

“Geez! Just give me a minute!” Daring shouts back. “Do you really have to pee that bad?!”

You move the knife in front of the stallion’s face and are just about to plunge the knife into his throat.

Before you can, however, his face comes towards you and he chomps down on your hand, hard.

You let out a yelp in pain and reflexively relax the muscles in your hand, causing you to drop the knife onto the floor next to you.

Before you can move to pick it back up again, one of the stallion’s forehooves collide with your nose, causing your hand to whip back and bounce off the ground. You grunt in pain and reflexively put your hands over your nose.

Wanting to go back on the offensive, you look back up at your attacker and discover that he has the knife gripped in his mouth.

Before you can curse your misfortune, his head moves quickly towards your, along with the knife. You reflexively move to block him, and end up wrapping your hands around his throat and attempting to push him off you.

“Daring!” you yell, your throat feeling sore from when you were getting choked earlier. Your attacker appears to be stronger than you as his head slowly but steadily moves towards you. No matter how hard you push, he still continues to advance.

“Argh! Daring!” you call, probably for the last time. The knife is just an inch or two away from ending your existence.

The bathroom door opens.

“Alright!” you hear her yell. “I’m out! Now go piss, you-...”

She stops talking, taking in the scene before her. You glance up, along with the pony on top of you, to see Daring staring at the both of you, a towel wrapped around her mane.

In a flash, Daring’s wings flare out and she darts forwards. Before you even register what is happening now, your attacker is no longer on top of you.

Daring literally flies across the room, grabs the knife wielding pony off the ground, flies through the glass balcony doors, shattering them to pieces and making a tremendously loud noise, and drops him from where she is floating.

The attacker falls 15 stories.

Daring flies back in the room just as quick as she left, immediately going to you as you are still lying on the ground.

“Are you alright?” she asks, wrapping a foreleg around the back of your head and lifting it up slightly. She looks your face over. “Your nose is bleeding, but I don’t think it’s broken.”

“Well it hurts like a bitch.”

“Don’t be such a baby. Who was that guy?”

You move a hand to your nose.

“Wait!” Daring says, pushing your hand away with a forehoof. “Don’t touch it! I got it.”

Daring gets up, rushes into the bathroom to grab a towel, and rushes back to wipe your face. The towel is soft, and so is her touch. She doesn’t put a lot of pressure on you but she still manages to stop the bleeding.

As she is doing this, you just look at her... wondering.

Is this Daring? This is Daring, right? Why is she doing this? She would never do this. Why is she so concerned all of a sudden? Worse things have happened to you.

Your face feels all warm for some reason.

Daring glances at you, realizes you’re already looking at her, and quickly looks away. Just a moment later, her gaze returns back to you.

Her cheeks turn red.

“W-What?” she stammers.

“Are you alright, Daring?” you ask, concerned.

She pulls the dirty towel away from your face. “Yeah. Why?”

“‘Cause you just flew through a door made of thick glass.”

She smirks. “Yeah I did! But I used that brown pony as a shield, so he took the whole impact. I don’t even have a scratch on me!”

You roll your eyes. She’s always so proud of herself for things that aren’t all that great. “Yeah, about that, we should probably get the hell out of here.” You gesture around the room with your hands. “The room is a mess, and I don’t want to pay for it. Plus, you’re now probably wanted for murder.”

“It was self defense. I’m not guilty of shit.”

“I know. But instead of us going through a court system and getting the idol in a few months, or years, let’s just leave and get it now.”

Daring is quick to agree with you. “Sounds like a plan to me. Get your stuff and let’s go.”

All the stuff you have is already on your body, so you’re ready.

“Hey! Carry this!” Daring says, tossing you a satchel. You catch it, peek inside, and see the two idols you have already obtained. You grab some extra towels from the bathroom and stuff them into the satchel as well. Never know when some extra towels may come in handy.

Daring gets her saddlebags together, puts them on, and the both of you rush out of the hotel faster than you originally thought possible.

Without stopping to talk to anyone, the both of you head towards the train station.

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Written by - ScatMan2001

Edited by - A Renegade Time Lord

Special thanks to my editor for not abandoning me after all this time and for keeping me from looking like an idiot.

Author's Notes:

Sorry it has been so long, but I have returned.
Hopefully this slightly longer than usual chapter makes up for it some.
Hope y'all enjoyed it.
If anyone has any questions or concerns, feel free to message ScatMan2001, A Renegade Time Lord, or leave a comment below!
Love you guys.