A Night at Maretime Bar
The night air buzzed with neon hum and echoing laughter as Maretime Bar welcomed another crowd beneath its shimmering lights.
Ponies clinked glasses, danced on worn wooden floors, and let the rhythm carry their worries away.
Among them, a curious figure stepped behind the DJ booth — a darkgrey unicorn pony in a sweater and hourglass cutie mark.
Doctor Whooves.
His sonic screwdriver wasn't needed tonight. Instead, music would be his instrument, his means to connect, to forget... or perhaps to remember.
As the bass line pulsed and synths filled the space, the Doctor scanned the crowd and there she was.
A mare. A stranger. Yet strangely familiar.
Her mane was a pale silvery-blonde, soft like morning fog.
Her mane was swept up into a sleek twist, not loose and windblown. Her lips were painted a daring crimson, the same color lining the edges of her eyes in a bold wing, giving her gaze an intense allure that was both captivating and haunting.
Around her neck, a vivid pink choker glowed softly in the club light, clinging close like a secret untold.
Moments later, she stepped into the spotlight and sang.
Her voice soared through the bar like a beacon — rich, powerful, aching. Each note shimmered with a kind of haunted beauty, drawing every eye, every heart. But the Doctor saw beyond the song. He saw pain — layered and quiet, hiding behind every perfect pitch.
He felt it in his chest. A ripple in the timestream. He knew her. Or perhaps... he once did.
Without hesitation, he left the booth and joined her on stage.
And then he sang. In that duet, they weren't strangers.
And for a few fleeting minutes, the weight in her gaze softened. A smile ghosted her lips. Her eyes, once clouded, shimmered with light.
The Doctor didn’t know what time would bring —
he never truly did. but in that moment, beneath dim lights and shared song, he knew
He hadn’t come to Maretime Bar by accident.
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