Celestia opened her eyes to find a goat staring right at her. She blinked at the strange sight and sat up. Her body slowly moved and the sounds of glass bottles moving entered her ears. The sound made her mind feel like a stampede was running through it. Both of Celestia’s forelegs rushed to her ears.
Oh, my head. That never gets less painful. Her eyes scanned the room she was in. All around her were empty glass bottles. They all varied in size and colour. Some of the bottles had a dark brown colour while others were frosted. Various streamers hung from the walls and at the end of each one was pink goo. In front of her were the remains of what looked like a scarecrow. It was missing an arm and there were burns all over it. Through its head was a spear. She looked to her left to find a barrel with fire coming from its top. What looked like sticks of burnt marshmallows sat around the rim. Beside the barrel slept a tiger. It, for one reason or another, was wearing a bowler hat. Celestia stared at the sight until the sound of bottles moving reached her ears. She turned to the sound and found her younger sister rising from the glass.
“Ow,” she said rubbing her temples. “Even after 1500 years of life, that still hurts.” Luna opened her eyes looked in front of her. She blinked in confusion. Her head turned to Celestia, and after a few moments her face showed understanding.
“Sister,” she said. “Did what happen last night…”
“Yes, yes it did Luna,” Celestia replied.
“So we really…”
“That is correct.”
“With the fire and the….” Celestia nodded.
“And the stabbings…” Celestia again nodded.
“And those gypsies…” Luna was greeted by another nod.
“The falling down a cliff…” Another nod.
“The magical summoning of those demonic…” A final nod. Luna stared at her sister. Her expression changed from shock, to amusement, to horror, to pride. Their attention was grabbed by the sound of gentle snoring. They looked above themselves and found a pink earth pony hanging from a chandelier. Her tail was attached with one of the candle fixtures and her body limply hung from the chandelier’s bottom. On her face was a content smile.
“Is that….” Celestia began.
“It is, sister,” Luna replied. They stared at the sight in silence. After a few moments, quiet laughter came from the two.
“That was the most fun we have had in 1000 years,” Luna laughed. “You were right. This pony is fun.”
“Isn’t she?” Celestia looked around the room. “The castle staff isn’t going to be happy with us.”
“Are they ever?” The two shared another laugh. They looked around the room with smiles on their faces. Celestia’s eyes were on what looked like a galleon made out of balloons while Luna’s were on an overturned cannon. A comfortable silence sat with them.
“We,” Luna said breaking the silence. “We think we should do this again, only with your faithful student joining us.” Celestia smiled at her sister.
“And I agree with you. If there’s one pony who needs a night like that, it’s her. How does Tuesday sound?”
“Fun, that’s what sister.” Both ponies pounded the other’s hoof. They then recoiled from the sound as it echoed in the room.
“Ow.”