It had been a great dinner. The food was wonderful and they hadn't been any awkward pauses all night. As they were finishing dessert, Soarin looked up at his date."So, Rainbow, how long has it been since you decided you wanted to become a wonderbolt?""Umm..." Rainbow cocked her head to one side, thinking. "I first saw a poster for you them when I went to Junior Flight Camp. I didn't think much of it, but when I went back to my home in another part of Cloudsdale, there was a Wonderbolt show that my dad told me I HAD to go to. I didn't want to, but it's a good thing I did." She smiled. "That was when Windrider was head of the Bolts. He sure could fly."Windrider, the pony who had tried to get Rainbow thrown out of the Wonderbolts, had passed away a few weeks ago. Rainbow had never really gotten very angry at him for framing her (mostly because she felt sorry for him) and all the Bolts were still mourning the loss of a great leader and friend."He sure could," Soarin smiled back, remembering when Windrider had started teaching him. They finished up dessert and Soarin paid for them both. As they walked out of the restaurant, Soarin spotted a bench off to the side. "Wanna go sit down for a bit?" he asked."Sure," Rainbow replied. "Beat you there!" She zipped over, reaching it before Soarin had even realized what was happening."No fair!" he complained, landing next to her. "You need to give me a heads up.""A Wonderbolt isprepared," Rainbow recited. "You'd think you'd remember that by now. How long have you been a Wonderbolt?""Er... Three-ish years.""Three-ish? Never heard of that number before," Rainbow laughed, shoulder bumping him. Well, since she was so short it was more of a leg bump."Ha ha, very funny." Soarin rolled his eyes, grinning. They sat in silence, watching the activity on the street. It was mostly empty, now that the sun had just set, but there were still a couple weather ponies coming back from work, and a group of foals were playing a street game called Pounder."Did you ever play Pounder?" Rainbow asked, watching the foals. Soarin nodded."A couple times. You?" Rainbow nodded."Gilda, when she was staying in Equestria, would stay at my family's house and we would get a group of neighborhood foals together to play." She smiled, remembering. "That was fun.""Well," Soarin said, seeing his opportunity. "We should get the Bolts together and have a game." He casually lifted his wings and scooted her closer. Rainbow almost flinched at the physical contact, blushing profusely. Soarin gently pushed her against his side, feeling her heart beat faster. "What do you think of that?" Rainbow was staring at his wing. "Crash?""W-what?" She jumped a bit, face still burning. "What'd you say?"Soarin smirked. She was so cute when she was uncomfortable! "What do you think about getting a gang of Bolts together for a few rounds of Pounder? Just down here in Cloudsdale."Rainbow blinked, trying to focus on his words and not on how his wing was wrapped around her shoulders. "Uuh..." she stammered. "That'd be fun! We could come down after practice in the evening when it's cooler out and get some ice cream afterwards."Now all she had to worry about was trying to ignore that she was pressed up against Soarin."Yeah! Do you think tomorrow would work?" Soarin asked."P-probably. I-I mean S-Spitfire and F-Fleetfoot told me we're having a short d-day tomorrow, so we c-c-could come down after that.""Sounds good!" Soarin, feeling a bit sorry for the blushing mare, hopped up. "Race you back to headquarters!"***************************THE FIRST DATE!!! It sure took 'em long enough. XD So, continuing on with my developing style, this is the first stallion I've drawn in the new shading/new muzzle style....if that makes any sense. Probably doesn't.Anyhoo, I hope ya'll like it!