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The crimson and blonde stallion smiled as he walked towards the bistro. It was a small place, but cozy in the spring and summer months. It was situated near the park so people could listen to live music. A perfect spot for a date with a musically inclined stallion in his opinion. Poet Lariat had chosen this place for his first date with Roc and Rolls, having sent the address to the purple stallion.

Of course Larry had attempted to look presentable, wearing a lovely ruffled shirt and cravat. His hair done up in a phonytail with a red ribbon. He imagined his sister would say he was old fashioned and out of touch, especially for a date with a phony so into modern music. In his saddlebag was a customary gift required of all first dates, but more to match his intended date.

Larry turned his head as he head the hoofsteps of someone coming and a smile broke onto his face. Roc looked wonderful, a dashing hero but with a somber look so that others could see he had a troubled heart. Or at least with all the black leather it seemed so. Larry hardly found it out of place, glad he was not over dressed and seemed to match his companion. He was also happy to see Roc had brought his guitar, it would be a perfect gift after all.

Walking up, Larry gave Roc a bow then smiled at him, "I am glad you were able to find the place. It's a little out of the way but the atmosphere is always excellent. I have something for you. Customary for the first date but in a style to more appeal to you."

From his saddle bag he produced a bouquet of flowers, colored in shades of violet, black, and blue. Only these flowers were made from guitar picks. He smiled as he handed over the musical gift, "Might make playing "Does He Love me, Does He Not" more productive. Shall we?" He motioned to the hostess who sat the couple at an outside table facing the large outdoor theater across in the park. She gave them menu, took their drink orders, then pranced off. The food was a range from light salads to heavy po boy sandwichs.

Up on stage the performers were setting up their instruments and doing mike tests while the audience gathered on blankets or lawn chairs. Children laughed as they ran around playing tag on the soft grace while adults made conversation and compared bands. "I am glad you agreed to join me, Roc. I only hope you enjoy my company if nothing else."

Larry smiled as he watched Roc's reaction to his gift. He had agonized over the right gift for the musically inclined stallion. First he thought maybe a special pick, something nice. But it seemed so small and there were so many; so he decided to make a gift out of all of them. He nodded, "You are worth it Roc. You are a wonderful phony, fun to spend time with. You deserve to have something nice done for you."

He hadn't expected a gift actually, frankly he thought his sentiment was old fashioned compared to the dating scene of these times. So when Roc produced the most wonderful and thoughtful gift Larry was actually speechless. He took the book, gently looking at each page and the pressed patterns. "Roc this is beautiful. Thank you," he smiled at him, "The first poem I write will be about you."

He put the lovely book away in his saddle bag then looked over at the leather clad rocker. His brown hair always falling in front of his eyes. His mix of modern and fantasy was amazing. Looking at the menu he made his selection then looked to the stage as a guitar riff sounded off. "Seems they are about to get started."

"Typically one or the other pays the bill on the first date, it is proper dating etiquette. But...my sister," he gave a soft sigh a if talking about this subject was a tiring one, "has stated I am far too old fashioned and need to...get with the times....so if you would prefer to split the bill I am fine with that."

When the waitress came back around Larry ordered a steak, medium cooked, with small roasted potatoes as a side. He also ordered a wine to match his meal, something robust and flavorful. He waited for Roc to place his order, watching the leather bound rocker make his selection. He often wondered about Roc's family. He only really knew of his father, the well rounded baker who enjoyed a great deal of food.

Roc seemed to have inherited only a slight pudge from his male parental figure but it suited him. Made his leather press against his body to outline his physique. Larry stopped himself from starting, he was partial to good leather products given his stage work.

The first band began to play, an all mare group who mostly sang a few songs about mare power and how they could do fine by themselves.

Larry smiled as he watched the stallion order his food. Roc looked nervous, Larry was nervous but tried his best to hide it. He was an actor after all. But still Roc looked so nice in his outfit, he'd have to ask where he bought it after the date was over.

Their food was delivered in the middle of the second performance. His steak was perfectly cooked and the potatoes nicely roasted. Roc's ribs looked nice and messy, as ribs should be. He offered his friend some wine before pouring himself a glass. Sipping his wine he listened to Roc's musings over the current music being played. He smiled, only partially understanding some of it. Given his love of acting he thought over Roc's statement.

"Well I see bands as actors just as any in the theater. We both perform on stage and do so to whatever theme the night takes," he spoke as he cut into his steak. "And yes women who have a strong disposition are quite enjoyable at times. My sister is one. I have no mother, only my father. But I think C.C. makes up for it in her care and concern for the both of us."