[FiM] Bridle Shores Commercial: Bits or Credit 2

[TheAmishPirate]

[I see what you hid in there ;P]

"You're right. I'm like, so sorry Sandy. Maybe...on our third date...yes, we can be hottie mark buddies then," She said the last part aloud, to herself, glancing up at the sky. She gave him a smile as the heat died down on her hoof. She then quickly removed herself from him and sat back down in her seat she picked up and returned to looking like the composed mare she appeared to be in the first ten seconds when she and Sandy meet.

Sandy just collapsed back into his chair, breathing deeply and staring off into nothing. The poor stallion looked as though he'd been run over by a carriage. A rather attractive carriage that never stopped flirting with him. "Y-yeah....th-that sounds b-b-better..." he said, completely dazed. Somewhere, a part of him was wondering why she was already talking about third dates, but it was quickly drowned out by the part of him that was too relieved to care.

Silverpine found himself rising to the occasion. Literally in his case. He began to take a few steps forward before stopping in his tracks. Wingers or not, a small part of him still had the decency to remind him that Gearstride wasn't the only reason he was here. Somepony else... oh yes, Sandy. Fortunately, for Sandy, Silverpine was still able to see what the two were up to from his point of view.

A glance was all it took to snap Silverpine out of his hormone-induced euphoria. "Woah, woah, woah there! Hold it right there, ma'am!" he shouted from across the clearing, already taking off in a gallop towards the pair, wingers and all.

"Hi there, its alright, we resolved this. Sandy is going to get his hottie mark on our third date," She said with a smile.

Gearstride herself arrived a bit too late to catch what all just happened and stood there confused. "Hottie mark?.."

"Its like a tattoo. Brand Sandy a hottie with a hottie mark." Smile.

Sandy barely registered the others showing up. The flushed stallion gave a weak little wave...at a space about twenty feet to the right of Silverpine and Gearstride. His mind was boggled but good.