The deal goes down as planned.
Equestria Invading
Chapter 8
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nohardfeelings
The delivery truck came in around eleven that night, the driver pulling in slowly and hesitantly to the back.
"Hey, um," the driver said, a look of utter puzzlement on his face. "What the hell's going on here? What's with the mob of ponies out front--and the damaged windows on the place and--"
Ian tossed a small bag filled with bits into his hand. "You never saw any of this. Got it?"
"I never saw any of this." the truck driver said, nodding frantically.
After sending the truck driver off and unloading the vast amounts of frozen hay-burgers, hay-fries, shake mixes, and assorted other odds and ends, Horace and the others began to put the restaurant back in order, resetting all the tables and chairs back to their original places, all while the ponies watched very, very intently through the windows.
"All right, then." Horace said, unlocking the doors and allowing Octavia to enter the building. "No violence. No yelling. No pushing. No grabbing. No anything, all right?"
"Of course."
The next few hours were, for Horace and the others, among the strangest they would ever experience. In an almost perverse parody of what their ordinary days had been like, the three went about taking the orders the ponies gave (which were, more often than not, somehow considerably bigger then they had been before), preparing them as quickly as before, and handing them over, as the ponies thanked them profusely for their service...and, most significantly, handed over fistfuls of coins, until the counter was literally overflowing with gold.
Although none of them would ever, ever admit it (after all, they were getting enough money in a single night to set them up for life), all three humans were on edge, not because of what had happened earlier, but simply by how nicely the ponies were acting. Gone was the screaming, the yelling, the frantic demands and commands and complaints and whatnot, and the ponies were utterly, perfectly civil, maintaining absolute calm and politeness, even as the restaurant became so crowded that more and more ponies were being forced to stand, and the tables and chairs they had been using began to collapse under the sheer number of ponies gathered so closely. And, although Horace was the only one to really notice this (being the one working the counter), there was an unmistakable tension underneath all the niceties on display; the ponies, for all their efforts to conceal it, were quite clearly straining against their desire to simply lash out and take what they could.
"Hello there." said Octavia, returning from her latest order, her gut now bulging out even more so than before. "A half dozen hayburgers, please."
"Certainly." Horace said. "I trust that this deal has been to your liking?"
"Of course it has!" Octavia said, nodding gently. "I can only hope that we've been able to sufficiently reward you for your efforts."
Horace didn't even bother to respond.
"Hey, um," the driver said, a look of utter puzzlement on his face. "What the hell's going on here? What's with the mob of ponies out front--and the damaged windows on the place and--"
Ian tossed a small bag filled with bits into his hand. "You never saw any of this. Got it?"
"I never saw any of this." the truck driver said, nodding frantically.
After sending the truck driver off and unloading the vast amounts of frozen hay-burgers, hay-fries, shake mixes, and assorted other odds and ends, Horace and the others began to put the restaurant back in order, resetting all the tables and chairs back to their original places, all while the ponies watched very, very intently through the windows.
"All right, then." Horace said, unlocking the doors and allowing Octavia to enter the building. "No violence. No yelling. No pushing. No grabbing. No anything, all right?"
"Of course."
The next few hours were, for Horace and the others, among the strangest they would ever experience. In an almost perverse parody of what their ordinary days had been like, the three went about taking the orders the ponies gave (which were, more often than not, somehow considerably bigger then they had been before), preparing them as quickly as before, and handing them over, as the ponies thanked them profusely for their service...and, most significantly, handed over fistfuls of coins, until the counter was literally overflowing with gold.
Although none of them would ever, ever admit it (after all, they were getting enough money in a single night to set them up for life), all three humans were on edge, not because of what had happened earlier, but simply by how nicely the ponies were acting. Gone was the screaming, the yelling, the frantic demands and commands and complaints and whatnot, and the ponies were utterly, perfectly civil, maintaining absolute calm and politeness, even as the restaurant became so crowded that more and more ponies were being forced to stand, and the tables and chairs they had been using began to collapse under the sheer number of ponies gathered so closely. And, although Horace was the only one to really notice this (being the one working the counter), there was an unmistakable tension underneath all the niceties on display; the ponies, for all their efforts to conceal it, were quite clearly straining against their desire to simply lash out and take what they could.
"Hello there." said Octavia, returning from her latest order, her gut now bulging out even more so than before. "A half dozen hayburgers, please."
"Certainly." Horace said. "I trust that this deal has been to your liking?"
"Of course it has!" Octavia said, nodding gently. "I can only hope that we've been able to sufficiently reward you for your efforts."
Horace didn't even bother to respond.
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