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A/n: I'm not sure when I'll be able to update again, I'll be away for a while. Take your time reviewing, but do it within the next…few days. I'm contradicting myself, aren't I? Just stop reading the author's note, it's confusing. Read the chapter. Now. Why are you still reading this? Very good.

Chapter 15

"Thank God you're back!" cried Specs as Sapphy appeared in front of the bar.

She shot him and odd look and proceeded in ordering a virgin Pina Colada, grabbing a handful of beer nuts.

"Sapphy, are you serious? Please tell me you're joking," pleaded Specs, stressed beyond belief.

Her face broke into a smile and she stepped behind the bar. "Yeah, just joking. But you still owe me a Pina Colada. Yum!"

Dutchy walked up to the bar cautiously, avoiding Specs' gaze. "Busy, isn't it? I'll open another cash. Sappy can work on the drinks."

"Y'know," Sapphy commented between pouring glasses. "I really wish that Slingshot kid had stuck around. We really could use his help here."

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"So if I just pull the plug out and flip this switch the lights will go back on?" asked Shooter sceptically. Granny and Buckles nodded.

"Just do it," prodded Buckles.

Bumlets pulled out the plug and Shooter flipped the switch reading 'mainframe'. The lights flickered back on.

"Woot, woot! I'm the master!" Shooter and Bumlets high-fived and danced around the ring.

"You caused the problem in the fist place, remember?" Granny dusted off her hands and plugged the light into the proper outlet.

"Whatever, I'm just happy the Air Con's back on. It was sweltering in here." Buckles smiled as the cool air poured out of the vents.

"I think we're all happy about that," Bumlets told her.

Shooter and Granny nodded in agreement.

"But enough of that, let's get to work! Showtime's in twenty minutes!"

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Hornet and Magic walked around the main room, watching happy customers, enjoying themselves. Especially after the lights came back on.

"Magic?" Hornet watched the bar carefully.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever tried drinking Nestea and falling into a pool behind you? Like in the commercials?"

Magic looked at Hornet like she had lost her mind. "What are you talking about? I'm not insane."

"Maybe, but I've always wanted to try it. I think I will."

Before Magic could stop her Hornet had ordered an iced tea. She drank it and fell backwards. No pool appeared so she hit her head on a table.

"It didn't work!" She pouted.

"I didn't expect it to. It's just a gimmick."

Hornet shook her head. "That's not why. I know the real reason. This is Brisk, not Nestea. That's why I hit my head."

"Why are you still talking? Just go do your job."

Hornet stuck her tongue out at Magic's retreating back. "You're just jealous because I'm getting the sorceress' job today!"

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Sarah almost fainted when she saw what had become of the kitchen.

"How did you get flour on the floor? You were working on the chickens."

Pie Eater shrugged innocently. "In my defence, it's really hard for one person to cook for dozens. I didn't have any help!"

"So you decided to roll around in flour? Yeah, that's classy."

"It's really hard to—"

"SHUT UP! Both of you! Just get this cleaned up Pie, Sarah and I will keep on with the soup and chicken. Please stop arguing. We have to fill all the orders by show time."

Pie Eater pulled out a broom to sweep up the mess.

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Jingles sat, secluded from the other horses, in her stall. The grooms rushed about, saddling and brushing down their horses. Boots sat in Jingles' stall; patting her slowly and watching her slightly panicked face. She didn't take well to mass confusion and chaos, as had been experienced with the power outage.

"It's OK girl, it's all over. Just relax." Boots knew she didn't understand him, but he spoke in a calming voice that he hoped would cool her off. It wasn't good for a horse to be stressed, especially Jingles, considering her current state.

The veterinarian had done another check-up, confirming her indefinite pregnancy and inability to participate in any further shows. He recommended Jingles be kept in separate quarters and assigned her a different diet.

"Boots, the show starts in fifteen minutes. You'd better get in costume," Ireland reminded him, appearing at the stall's opening.

Boots petted Jingles one last time before heading to the change rooms to get ready for the show. Doing a show without Jingles would be strange. It would be something he hadn't ever come across before. Like a fish out of water: a show without Jingles.

((Sorry, it's kind of short. I had writers block, brain cramp, whatever, you name it. I couldn't write. Please review anyways! Appreciated as always!))

Shoutouts:

Sapphy- I think I'm in the same boat as you. I usually won't go with my friends to the bathroom, unless we're the only two at the table and I'd be left alone. I hate sitting all by myself.

Fantasy3- they have the paper dispensers everywhere! Well, not everywhere, but I found some in New York when I was there on the weekend.

Almatari-of-Arda- the one thing I say about your review, thank God for your review muse of we'd get nowhere!

Aura- sure, I'd take Sean Biggerstaff any day…

Cassies-Grandma- no, I have never seen Old School. We do say 'eh' a lot, but we don't even notice. I think Americans talk funny. We were in Florida for a tournament and the girls from Missouri said 'Ashley' like 'Ash-lay'. Whatever, to each her own. Oh, and thanks for the quotes.