"I'll keep in mind that 'graceful' isn't one of Skye's traits."
Fleet gave the griffon a rueful smirk, but there was a lot of playfulness in it. It was good to see her companion so much at her ease... even if it meant enduring a little ribbing. The pegasus gave her tail a playful whisk, intending to snap it upon Gilda's flank, but for once the Griffon was too quick for her, leaping ahead and over a pony in her way. Fleet took the more leisurely route around the pony, who was looking after Gilda quizzically.
"Unless you really want something fancy to eat since uh, well... Your magnificent cooking skills are in a limited area of nutrition....mainly lots of sodium."
"I'm more than half tempted, since you've suddenly become so knowledgeable on the subject, to suggest that you do the cooking the next time we share a meal at home." The wonderbolt snapped back, barely hiding her laughter. "But," she conceded, "I have to admit, I'm no gourmand. I'll eat just about anything, but not much of it. Good, Bad, Burnt, it doesn't matter to me." pausing, the pegasus took a couple quick steps forward and nudged the griffon. indicating a direction with her head "Build your own kebobs over there," she suggested, offhoovedly "I think I saw someone with olives."
Gilda...could cook, sorta. She knew how to, in theory. Now she usually just roasted squirrels and rabbits a few times a month(depended on how often she went hunting) but she also had made some pasta before and even a chicken once...but never hayfries, or hayburgers or even alfalfa steaks. She would have to make something special for Fleet though...might even have to find a cookbook...but that was later. For now they were going out to eat, maybe she'd even drag Fleetfoot, erm, Skye, to a party.
"Kebobs sound good." she said, turning lithely to the direction Fleet motioned towards. "Lets get going Skye" she said waiting for the mare to take the lead.
Pleased that she had found something suitable, Skye did take the lead, leading them skillfully through the crowd. It was a strange thing. Though by no means unattractive, without her uniform... ponies just didn't seem to notice Fleet. They walked by without a second glance. She was slim and petite, but the gaze of ponies just seemed to slide right off. Maybe it was something about the way she moved... She definitely moved differently than when she was in uniform.
The kebob stand had a staggeringly wide selection of foods that could be skewered and grilled. Peppers, Potatoes, Garlic, Onions and Tomatoes! Baby Corn and Carrots, too, and seven kinds of different mushrooms! Olives too, of course, but sadly, and as might be expected, no meats. They did, however, offer cheese, for those ponies (and other creatures) who simply must melt cheese on everything. Otherwise, there were butter, honey and mysterious sauces to brush over your kebab as it cooked.
Gilda noticed Fleet. She noticed how the mare moved differently and she still didn't really understand it. For Gilda being a Wonderbolt meant many things, but one of the most important things was the success, notoriety and respect that came along with the responsibilities. It was these very things Fleetfoot, her mentor and by far the coolest Wonderbolt Gilda knew(1 out of 1), was trying to avoid. Weird, to her at least. Why would someone willing, eager to give all of that up.
This wasn't the time for thoughts, or questions like that though so Gilda shook it off and away. Instead she focused on the matter at hand: Food. It didn't look half bad, which meant it looked really good for street food! Her eagle eyes scanned the table quickly, brushing over most everything, but catching on the olives which made her smile. She also noticed the potatoes and tomatoes. "Sweet." The carrots were...acceptable and peppers existed. She hated mushrooms and onions though, so those were out.
"Nice catch Fleet" she said, slinking past Fleet and then standing tall and half forcing her way through the ponies near the stand already planning to slather her kebob in honey.
Pleased that she'd found something the griffon could approve of, Skye followed Gilda now, headed toward the stand. She was considerably less pleased, however, to observe the pretty rough-and-rude way the Griffon pushed her feather butt in front of other ponies. There didn't seem to be any sort of official 'line' however, and except for a few glares, nopony seemed about to complain, so the pegasus shrugged it off for now.
Tossing down the necessary bits for herself and Gilda, Skye picked up a skewer and contemplated. A couple of those baby corn, a clove of garlic, three tomatoes, another peice of garlic, some pieces of zucchini, and finish with a mushroom. Brush well with olive oil and roll in sea salt. Actually, Skye had no idea if it would taste good, but it looked good. She found a spot at the long grill and tossed her kebob on, fanning herself gently with a wing as she looked around to see what Gilda had chosen.
Gilda's kebob was skewering several foody objects neatly through the center thanks to her talons making for a good way to grab pieces of, well, just about anything. So so far ever other piece of food she had skewered was an olive, there was also a few pickels, some pineapple, tomatoes, a good number of potato pieces and some beets. She liked beets.
Upon setting her kebob down she simply watched it for a while, keeping her attention on her food. She had lost too many squirrels to letting something cook to long or to low to let it happen ever again...but she also wasn't very patient. She looked to Fleet after about 45 seconds, her tail swishing about. "Uh, nice find." she said, nothing else came to mind.
"You weren't kidding when you said you were craving olives." Skye replied with a smirk. She took a moment to turn her skewer so that it'd cook more evenly, but, since she didn't have talons like Gilda, this meant she couldn't speak until it was done. She might have tried using a wing, but she didn't really want to risk it. Singed feathers were no picnic to fly with, never mind the awful smell.
"What do you want to do after we eat?" she asked, when the other side of her kebob was safely sizzling away. "We could take in a show, or check into a hotel, hit up a casino, or..." She leaned toward Gilda and added in a much lower voice, "I've heard of a few ponies who might be able to tip us off on where we can find some illegal cloud racing. I don't know if we could compete, but we could probably watch."
Gilda knew Fleet was a cool and fun mare. She had no doubts or qualms about it. That said, she had very much NOT expected Fleet to suggest that the go watch some illegal cloud racing. She was so surprised that she left one of her talons touching the metal of the grill a bit too long as she looked at Fleet, stunned. After the heat started to carry into her nerves she quickly pulled back, thankfully before any burning had started. Gilda wasn't a fan of the burning hair smell either.
"Y-you're...not joking. Right?" she said, not completely sure she wasn't being led into some sort of trap. Was this a sting operation? It seemed like an awful lot of setup to catch a griffon who only occasionally visited such places....of course if she was serious, Gilda couldn't help but wonder how much of that Wonderbolt Salary went into cloud gambling. "I think,...that last option sounds pretty rad." she said.
She took her kabob out of it's spot, pretty confident it didn't need to be cooked any more and waved some wind at it with her wing to cool it, before nibbling on one of the potatoes. "pretty good."
For a long moment, Fleetfoot was sure she'd made a terrible mistake and misjudged Gilda. Of all things, she hadn't expected to find a streak of goody-goody in the griffon. She'd had the idea that Gilda skirted the rules as much as possible, not hurting anyone, (unless they deserved it, in her opinion) but definitely going her own way. But that moment of shocked look from those eagle-eyes gave her some serious doubts.
Then, the moment passed and the Pegasus realized the shock was a mixture of hesitant, awestruck caution. That the Griffon wasn't sure she was serious. Fleet grinned to reassure her. "I'm serious." she replied. "And since you seem to be on board, we'll go looking for a contact as soon as we're full here." Fleet picked up her own Kebob, nicely roasted now, And tucking the long end of the skewer under a wing, blew on it a couple times before taking a bite. Even she, who could eat cardboard and hardly notice, thought this was a bit better than instant noodles. If not as convenient!
Gilda, despite all of her toughness, had a rather sensitive mouth, er, beak. So she continued nibbling away at pieces of her kabob. Despite being quite hungry, the food was just still so hot that she couldn't take a whole bite! She preferred body temperature food, this was still good though. It was really good. She hadn't had anything but the simplest of meals in WEEKS, so this was nice.
Almost as nice as Fleet confirming her dedication to her earlier suggestion. Gilda decided she could trust this would be a completely off the record trip to Las Pegasus, something she probably should have guessed already. Cloud racing. Fleet was a little trouble maker! She had to wonder how Fleetfoot had gotten involved in stuff like this...but she didn't dare to ask, instead she just sat and continued eating. She looked at Fleet "Just in case you forgot, you're really awesome." she said, happy to have her as a mentor and friend.
It took a while, but eventually, after an hour or so of enjoyable wandering around the strip, Watching a lot of ponies either make foals of themselves or pull off some really awesome stuff, Fleet spotted someone waiting around just a little too casually, wearing a baseball hat and dark shades. She eyed this stallion. He might be anyone, but... She wondered. Giving a flick of her tail to snap Gilda on the flank and get her attention, she sidled over very casually.
"Lots of stuff going on tonight." the pegasus remarked casually. The stallion grunted and nodded, noncommittally. Fleet tried to remember how she was supposed to go about asking for information. It was supposed to be vague and discreet. "Maybe you could take us to a place where something really exciting could happen." she tried. This made the stallion slide his shades down the bridge of his nose and look at Fleet and Gilda. He studied them a long time, then his face quickly turned red.
"S-Sorry!" he said at last, "I would, but... I-I have a fiancee!" Fleet stared after him puzzled a moment as the stallion marched away quickly with a stiff-legged gait. Then she understood. Oh. OH. He'd thought... Fleet suddenly collapsed on the pavement, convulsed with laughter. Okay! So! Lesson number 1: that was not one of the contacts. Lesson Number 2: Don't use that phrasing ever again.
"S-Sorry about that Gilda," Fleet gasped between giggles. "I think I gave him the wrong idea. And he wasn't the pony we were looking for."
This was great. When she first met Fleet it hadn't seemed possible but now, now Gilda was having a great time, casually. She was just hanging out with her idol, an idol that hadn't disappointed her, that had lived up to and exceeded expectation...though the flank snaps were starting to sting!
She jumped and lightly yelped at the snap, her talons digging into the ground beneath them, just for a moment before she turned to Fleet and noticed what she was thinking They had talked about it earlier but after all of the street performances and less than sober ponies around she had almost forgotten about that conversation. She was ready for this though any moment.
Wait, what did Fleetfoot want to do? She was ready for Cloud Racing. 'I mean I just don't think I'm up for...like. He's not even that hot to begin with, and it's such a mood chan-' she was thinking, before the stallion interrupted her thoughts and then Fleetfoot started laughing. Thank. Celestia. She had just been awkward. Everything was back to being magnificent. Gilda started to laugh too, though she only had to sit down, not fall over. "Smooth Fleet. Smooth." she said chuckling. "my turn." she said looking around. Around with her special eyes.
She found another stallion, one a bit far off leaning near an alleyway. "Yo, uh, what about him." she said. She wasn't exactly practiced in finding cloud racing. In fact, usually she just sorta happened upon the scene while flying around. She had used to do a lot of aimless flying. Not even practicing, just aimlessly going around, gliding, not hunting, just soaring. It was easy to find things you didn't mean when you were doing that, but now the pressure was on. "You want a chance to redeem yourself or should I give it a go?"
"Give me a minute..." Fleet gasped, between bouts of laughter. She managed to get a hold of herself, but when she glanced at their next target, the laughter threatened to break out again. "You'd better try it," the Wonderbolt admitted after quenching a grin. "After that failure of epic proportions, I think I'd probably manage half a sentence before I cracked up again, remembering."
Deep Breaths. Deeeeep Breaths. The pegasus managed an expression that was far too serious and somber. "Okay. You do the talking this time." Fleet insisted, nudging Gilda towards the candidate she'd chosen. "We need a time, place, and what the stakes are."
Okay, socializing. She could do this. She was great at talking to strangers...though she wasn't quite used to doing so in a manner that made them want to stick around. That didn't matter though! She walked over to him lithely, even her talons not making a sound as she gracefully made her way to him, doing her best to look like the smoothest, coolest griffon in Equestria. A rather easy process since she already was! "Hey there." she said, leaning on the wall next to him casually, her tail flicking back and forth.
"hey there dude, you, uh,...know somewhere to find-" she nearly said 'a good time' but remembered that those words had just failed a minute or two. She didn't know what else to do, so she went with the straightforward route. "Cloudracing. Me and my friend are looking for some to spend a bit of time on." she said, looking at him seriously. He didn't seem impressed. He was one big pegasi, able to look down, just slightly, at Gilda with disdain before walking into the alley.
Gilda followed, giving a hopeful look to Fleetfoot but she was less hopeful the moment she turned away "Look I really need a lead or something. I...really want to look good for my friend back there." she said in a hushed voice. He smirked at her and, still wordless, gave her a small piece of paper. Gilda opened it, confused. That confusion quickly turned to happiness as she read through. It had what she needed. She smiled at the stallion, thanking him with a talonful of bits before zooming back to Fleet "Got it, weather district, behind the lightning generators. In, like, ten minutes." she said, handing her mentor the paper.
Fleet glanced over the paper and her grin widened. She looked up and gave Gilda a look of pure approval. "Well done!" she said, and meant it. The griffon hadn't used any intimidating, bullying tactics. Nor had Gilda displayed her eagle-ish arrogance... more than usual anyway! On the other hoof, it WAS true that the pegasus stallion had been just a touch bigger than the griffon... but Fleet didn't dwell on that.
"If we want to get in, we should probably get there soon," Fleet admitted with a grin. She flared her wings boldly and kicked off easily, eyes sparkling with interest and mischief. The Wonderbolt mare tucked the slip of paper in her saddlebag and, after Gilda took to the air, flitted off eagerly towards the more industrial, weather generating part of Las Pegasus!
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