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No. 19042
Just a taste. Tell me what you think!
The whiskey was mingling with the dash already coursing through Double Tap’s bloodstream, speeding up his perception of time enough that everything played out at close to normal speed. Without the whiskey to slow him down, words could drag on for agonizing amounts of time, and even the shortest conversations could last seemingly forever. He was in the sweet spot, though, and that meant his night was only just beginning.
“I think Red Eye is alright!” he announced to the entirety of the Crystal Ball Lounge. “I’m sure he had a perfectly good reason to put his soldiers out in front of the place!”
The other ponies at the bar had learned to ignore Tap when he got chatty, and the bar keeper refused to throw him out because Paharita was a very generous tipper. Of course, he was too drunk and high to realize that he was taking advantage of his money based immunity.
“And you know what else?” The bottle floated to his lips, spilling slightly as he tipped it toward the back of his throat. “Fuck DJ P0N3! What has he ever done for the wasteland? Red Eye has a whole fucking city! He gets shit done, while this smug asshole just sits on his ass in a recording booth all day!”
Grinning widely, Tap swung around on the bar stool, sweeping the room in search of supporters. He found none, though he did notice a unicorn with a wild blue mane getting up from the end of the bar, shooting a glare at him as she silently trotted out of the room.
“Maybe if you fuckers willingly supported him,” Tap called after her, “he wouldn’t need slaves!”
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