Watching others bask in the soft, light brought a small grin to my face.
When was the last time I really smiled? Of this, I am not certain, but it has been a long time. I continue to polish the beautiful and exotic bar and chuckle while doing so. "My, my we sure have come a long way, haven't we old friend?" I say to the bartop. The wood itself is flawless and almost unscratchable. It cost a fortune, but it sure as hell made the place stick out that much more. This is what I live for, this is why I do what I do.
The sounds of laughter gently cascading over the soft music was a splendid sound. I loved hearing the stallions and mares get along without any concern for the everyday troubles that ruin the true enjoyment of carelessness. An abundant amount of laughter made itself become known at the pony who believed that going all in in the beginning of a poker game. He was the loudest of them all. "Good sport" I think to myself. Most would be upset or dissapointed at their misfortune, but nothing was really lost, just the 2 bits it costed to play.
I am truely happy to be here, but at one-point-in-time I wasn't. I mostly had to thank the most amazing ponies I have ever met for being so patient with me and trying to make me feel welcome (although, the "suprise house warming" was not a good way to start)

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Not to bad if I do say so myself, considering the last one I tried to write but then again the last one was pretty explainitory.
Ciao!, and remember I burn Barbies with the flames you send me!