RoboHeather

“Honestly, mate, we’ve been here for a bloody hour already! When is this blasted thing supposed to start?” “Soon, Brucie! I promise.” The dark pony sighed deeply and wiggled in the grass, trying to find a more comfortable position and glared back up at the stars. Big bad Bruce…puncher of sharks, captain of the hoofball team in high school, voted most likely to get into a fight with a dragon…laying on his back in a damn field next to a hippie star gazing. The blokes would laugh their tails off if they saw this. It was right out of a scene from one of those terrible romance novels his old girlfriends

"Dada. Can ya say that, Koala Bear?" "D...d..." "So close! Try it again. Daaa-daaaa!" "D...da...d" "Almost there! Daddy is so proud of his baby girl! One more time, princess!" "Da...m...mu...mum! Mum!" Bruce's eyes widened. "Oh, uh, that's so good baby! Try da-da." "Mum-ma!" "Daaaaa-daaaaaaa." "Mum mum mum-maa!" Rider squealed with laughter and excitedly kicked out her back leg, sending one of her rattle toys rolling across the room. The sound distracted her instantly and she toddled after it on her very shaky little legs, her father and his hopeless talking lessons completely forgotten. Bruce sighed and couldn't help but chuckle at

The wind whipped in from the ocean, bringing in the sharp scent of salt and the cold bite of the night. Bruce shivered and hugged his legs to his chest with an arm while his other hand reached for another beer. He had long ago dragged on his black hoodie but his still damp swim trunks really didn't help keep him warm. That was always the problem with these late night surf parties; while you were out in the water the fun and excitement of catching a wave kept your blood hot, but once everyone retired to the beach the chill set in. Several fires had been erected just out of reach of the water and the place was buzzing with the happy hum of mus