A rock in the road kicked the carriage and jolted Spike and Chems awake. They must have been asleep for ten minutes. They were getting closer to their destination: Canterlot Royal Detention Center. Spike stayed rather calm the entire way, just chatting with Chems.
"What do you have planned for the party then, anyways, Spike?"
"Well, hopefully, I can get that cake I have been talking about, then, like I said, I need party favors and a place to hold this down."
"What about... Colt stuff, like exotic dancers and blow, a real bachelor's party. You could have like a hollow cake and hide in it. Throw pranks, have lots of wine, all that stuff!"
"But I don't know any of Shining Armor's friends, so how could I invite them?"
"You could have a private party, like heading to a private building, little room, blow, cake, wine. It could be like a wedding present, one that he would never forget."
"I guess that would work, my blank check should cover that, but I need to get to a bank, otherwise, I'm basically up the creek.". Spike needed some serious dough and going to jail was not going to help. He was going to need a lot of luck, jail doesn't just pass in a matter of minutes.
The carriage bumped over a few more rocks, then up a hill, a very large one, then under a gate into a large complex of buildings. The carriage came to a halt at the front of the main building. They were led out of the carriage. Ponies and other creatures like gryphons and donkeys lined up against the fences.
"Fresh meat!"
"Let me at him!"
"I call dibs on the dragon!"
Spike turned to face what pony said that, and gave them a death stare. Even for such a small dragon, he could strike fear into the hearts of many. He kept walking with his claws cuffed behind his back.
They were all led into a big room with a desk, a pony was writing out forms and stuff of that sort.
Spike was pushed up first, and Chems whispered to him! "Don't tell them your real name!"
He was right. Spike had never been down here before and nopony was really informed of him ever even existing, so they had literally no information on him. He was a nomad in a foreign land and that would be taken as an advantage.
"Name?" the pony asked.
Spike thought for a moment, after all, he was going to jail, might as well have fun with it!
"Tom," he said, holding back a smile.
"Felony?"
"Making cake."
"You mean baking?" the pony sarcastically asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is the Grammar Police going to come get me?" he nagged, laughing as he tried to raise his arms above his head, but they were locked behind him.
"I don't Iike your attitude, dragon!"
"And I don't like your face! Now we both have something to hate each other," he said, smiling.
"Take 'Tom' to the hiatus holding cell... And his friends, I know this scumbag, nothing but trouble, how you doing, Chems? Isn't this your ninth time coming in for a public offense?" the pony behind the desk said, pointing to Chems.
"I just can't see to learn my lesson, Stars," Chems replied.
"That's Royal Guard Star Shine!" he snapped back as they were being led away.
"What ever, Twinkle Hooves! Don't get your mane in knot!"
They were all lead to the same cell, the entire place was packed. For a Royal Kingdom the place sure had its dark sides.
Spike sat down on the bench next to Chems until he noticed something.
"Gee, Chems, you don't really look like a Marlemite. I mean, you're clean, and you talk like you have been... Educated."
"Well, Spike, sometimes, the best dealers have to drop down a level, or a lot, to gain trust. It's all about friendship, pal."
"Friendship, eh? I guess I get my daily dose of that every day from Twilight," Spike huffed. A slight breeze came blowing through the bared windows.
"So I guess we just wait?" Spike asked, directing the question towards all three of them.
"Basically."
"When do we get to eat? I'm starvin'. I don't think I have eaten since breakfast before the train ride up here," Spike whined.
"Train ride? Where are you even from anyways?" Chems returned.
"From Ponyville... But I was born here, in the Royal Palace."
"They keep dragons here?" he asked, suprised.
"Well, no. I was grown in an egg like normal dragons, but their is no background history of me, so I was assigned as Twilight's assistant and she was somewhat of a parental guardian until I grow up."
"And this Twilight pony, what's she like?"
"You know, a regular pony, good with books, math... And the most powerful pony ever besides the Princesses and Star Swirl the Bearded!" he exclaimed.
They all looked at him, then the sense of respect rushed in the room. Spike was a high roller, big stakes, took chances. Thanks to Twilight, her friends, and all of their adventures, he was exposed to danger more often then any pony.
"So, if she's so powerful, why haven't we heard of her?"
"Well, I don't want to break the bad news, but you guys live in Marelem, biggest crime center in all of Equestria. I don't think you guys keep up with the latest news within the century, let alone only a few years ago."
They all nodded their heads and agreed.
"I dropped my bag back there," Spike finally said, sitting with his head bowed. He was given the responsibility of watching over it and it was lost. He let Pinkie Pie down, but he guessed that he was starting to feel guilty only now because he finally had some time to think about it.
"Don't worry, there will be more. They should be letting us out into the yards now to get some exercise. If you're that desperate, let me see if I can hook you up," Chems nudged him.
"I don't want you thinking I do this stuff, it's all just for the party tonight," Spike informed him of the truth. Spike wasn't really up to doing all the things he was being involved in, but it was all for the bachelor's party.
"Seriously, don't worry, we wont tell a soul. This is just like high school, getting into trouble, roaming the yards, getting business, and just having fun!" Chems laughed.
A guard opened all the cells and ordered them into the yard.
This was going to be rough... And fun.