Chapter 8
“Lets get drunk!” Speedy shouted into the night air. Flash had shown up about five minutes ago and after the last couple of hours of working in a very dull book shop, Speedy's happiness and energy has been dulled down by a ton.
“I'm game,” Flash said as he fixed his glasses. You look at Dash.
“You up for it?” you ask.
“Yeah I’m down.” Dash says, entangling her fingers with yours. “You know any place that is any good, I don't exactly feel like getting wasted in a shitty bar.”
“Oh ho. Just you wait little girl. We know the best bar in town- no, the world,” Speedy says as he walks backwards down a seemingly random alleyway. After what seemed to be forever they stopped in front of a very shabby looking building.
“I thought that you said that this was the best bar in the world?” Dash asked Speedy. You chuckle and drag her inside, the others following.
“Micky! I need a round of beers!” you shout as you find a booth. Just as the four of you sit down a tall slender woman, dressed in a pirate wenches outfit came strolling up to the table with four very large mugs, over flowing with golden amber liquid.
“Well howdy, I haven't seen you three in forever. And I don't think I’ve ever seen you sweetheart,” she said as she sat the drinks down. She turned towards you. “You got quite the looker honey,” she said with a wink and left. The four of you each grabbed a mug.
“To a long and fun life!” Flash cheered.
“Here, here!” the rest of you cheered. You brought the mug up to your lips and you are instantly greeted with the tart yet delicious taste of the ale. You chugged the whole mug and slam it down on the table, followed by two other slams. You look over at Dash who was still drinking. She finally put down her mug but it was still half full.
“Damn,” Dash said coughing. You pat her on the back.
“Maybe on day you will be able to keep up with us,” you say with a laugh. The next couple hours pass in a blur and before you know it, you are stumbling through a back alley with Dash hanging on your side, while Speedy and Flash walk like drunk ants in front of you.
“So what do you guys want to do?” Speedy asked, running into Flash, almost tripping over his feet.
“Strip joint,” Flash said.
“How about no,” Dash said. You laugh.
“When was the last time we raced?” you ask.
“Not gonna happen, I don't need you in a hospital tonight,” Dash said giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“How about we go to the ruins?” Speedy suggested.
“What's the ruins?” Dash asked cocking her head to the side.
“The ruins are a whole neighbor hood made out of brick. After about a century the buildings collapsed, leaving behind ruins. Everybody's scared to go there on account of the ten murders,” Flash explained calmly.
“Murders?” Dash asked her voice curious, not scared.
“That's just an urban legend. It got started a while back, we would tell people about it, but hey, a good quiet place to hang out,” you say.
“Lets go!” Dash exclaims as she tries to take off, but her wings seem to be failing her.
“I think we should walk,” you say with a laugh. With that, the four of you take off for a location that is secrete to Dash. It takes about an hour to get there and you have walked off some of your drunk.
“Wow,” said Dash, still clinging to your side, a lot more calm than walking out of the bar.
“Yeah, just wait till you see the club house,” Speedy said taking off in a seemingly random direction. It takes about twenty minutes to find the secrete door. Inside there is the remains of a dirty couch, an old broken T.V., and embarrassing amount of Playstallion on a crate that served as a coffee table, and what seemed to be about a foot of dust on everything. You and Dash sit down on the couch, it sagging underneath you. Dash leans forward and picks up a Playstallion magazine and looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
“It's not mine I swear,” You say.
“Yeah, well I guess what with a broken T.V., you have to entertain yourself some how,” Dash said with a wink, tossing the magazine back on the pile. Speedy picks it up and flips to the pull out page.
“Ah, Mrs. January, nice and perky,” he commented.
“I remember when we all tried to get this place the ok to be considered live-able,” Flash said looking around.
“Yeah, we got chased out of the office with a broom,” you say, caught up with memories.
“That old bat, broke the damn thing over my head,” Speedy said as he plopped down on the couch next to Dash, who has snuggled up to you.
You hear a chime and you look over at Flash. He had his phone out and was texting rapidly.
“I have to go, my mom is worrying about me,” He said as he headed for the door.
“That man needs to move out,” Speedy said still flipping through the magazine.
“You know his mom wouldn't survive a day without him,” you say.
“Yeah well ain't no woman can make me go,” Speedy said as his phone rang. He opened the text and grumbled something under his breath. “I gotta go,” he said walking out the door, taking the magazine with him.
“And then there were two,” Dash said looking up at you. You kiss her nose, making her giggle.
“Yup,” you say. Dash then lets out a small sneeze.
“Bless you, I suppose staying in a dust old clubhouse isn't the best choice,” you say.
“Nope, wanna go back to the hotel?” Dash asks, resting her head on your chest.
“Yeah, lets go,” you say, the two of you get up and head back to the hotel, it wasn't that far so you make it in about ten minutes. You and Dash fall on the bed when you enter the room.
“Well this was a very good night,” Dash said as she cuddled closer to you.
“Well, you know, this night could get a lot better...” you imply, wrapping your arms around her.
“You're right, it could. But I’m too tired and not nearly as drunk anymore, so you'll just have to be happy with this,” Dash said sticking her tongue out. You roll your eyes, but you don't complain. After a few minutes you can hear the soft snore of a sleeping Rainbow Dash, and you are quickly encased in the darkness that accompanies slumber.