Silver had called Pyro and Necro into the kitchen, Pyro knew full well why but Necro was oblivious being too wrapped up in work for the past week. Silver walked in feeling slight guilt to why they were there, without any real income and anything of real worth they had now residing in a Canterlot museum about them or given back to the rightful owners, also while Silver was drunk he ordered enough alcohol to last a year using the last of the money.
Silver: As I think you all realize we are running out of money and we need to get jobs.
Pyro: We can't be running out of money.
Silver: I know its hard to believe but we really need to deal with the fact we are poor.
Pyro: No I mean literally we can't be running out because we already have none left. Anyway what jobs are we meant to possibly get? I doubt any jobs involve burning things down, you hate politics and only a psycopath would hire him.
Pyro and Silver looked at Necro who was still reading the Necromonicon with clips holding his eyes open, his bloodshot eyes still looking for anything of use in the pages. With caffine as his only companion he had not slept since returning. Pyro facehoofed at the sorry sight before heading out, with a arrogant grin on his face he took one last look at Silver before going looking for a job. Silver sighed as Pyro left, now all he had to do was get Necro to go get to work.
Necro: Enough with the silence, I know what you are thinking and I already have a job.
Silver: Wha...What?
Necro: Well, you can't just read a book even the Necromonicon and become really powerful. I needed supplies so while walking back here from the library I saw a help wanted poster for someone to take care of the graveyard. I obviously jumped at the chance to be paid to watch over a few dead ponies while training and it pays quite well seems nopony else wants to take the job.
Silver: Wait, if you have had a job for the past week why have we not noticed and where is the money?
Necro: Well you didn't notice because you don't even decide to check on me while I am reading and two why would I give you my money?
Silver: I would check on you but I have had business to deal with and the worst hangover I have had for quite a while. Plus the last time I decided to disturb you, you mistook me for one of your little zombie slaves and told me to clean the place up.
Necro: Who said I mistook you for a zombie? The place was a mess with bits of flesh and organs everywhere, I didn't want to clean it. Oh and drinking with your friend does not count as business.
Silver: Now I realize the fourth reason why I never check on you, I hate you.
Necro: Sure you do, shouldn't you be getting a job now anyway?
Silver: I think I know where to get one anyway, I wonder what job Pyro will get. I bet you it has something to do with fire.
Necro: Its the only thing he can do, maybe he will threaten to burn houses down if they don't pay him. You know, if he was actually threatening. Anyway I am going to sleep, I feel like death...Heheh.
Silver: You're making jokes now? That insomnia must be affecting your mind more then I thought. You should probably get some sleeping pills.
Necro: I should probably get more then sleeping pills but no time for that go get a job already.
Meanwhile Pyro was in a pony job center, after waiting a while he managed to get a list of places looking for workers.
Pyro: Lets see here. Salesman needed, coalminer, shoe maker, Rainbow Factory, Sugarcube corner ingredient... Now this is a job, a firepony. I can't believe they have a job for being on fire, I want this one.
Random working Pony: Sir, its not actually a job about being on fire. Are you taking this seriously? Anyway if you really want that job here is the form and details.
The worker gave him a unusual look as he took the slip and began to fill it in.
Funfact: Despite his intelligence Necro is obsessive, whenever he starts something he will finish it willing to sacrifice anything unless it would affect him. Others are not as lucky.