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// 13- What happens when Gods get drunk... 
// Story: "The Pink Theory." 
// by PrincessLunas Assistant 
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	The next day started somewhat slowly for Nate. He became groggy as he dry mouth inhaled and exhaled. His throat was burning. He felt the sun glaring into his eye lids, heat had heated up his skin and nearly melted his skin to whatever fabric he was on. He opened his eyes and found himself looking at a light source surrounded by a metal. He shielded his eyes with his right hoof and looked around as his eyes adjusted to the light. He was in a metal room with many wooden shelves and a large desk with paper on it. The papers were oddly created though, they had their corners cut off, probably at manufacture.
Nate got off the little cot he was on and noticed it was composed of green fabrics and was suspended and slightly imbedded into the wall.  Nate stretched his limbs and heard his bones crackle. He walked to a small door way in the metal room and saw more book shelves and furniture in a much bigger room. The room was divided by a wall with a double wide door way with an arch to increase it decorative state. The dark gray metal of the room was unusual for Equestria. The room reminded Nate of a human battleship interior. Possibly the captain's quarters. It was far too sizable and well lenient with its furniture to be a crew quarters.
As he walked towards what looked like and exit door it opened while he was in the middle of the arch. A large human stepped through, it was of the gender: male. He wore all gray and had many medals pinned to his gray jump-suit outfit.

"Who are you?" Nate asked.

"I should ask the same." The fellow said. He was a vaguely hispanic/white man with dark but graying hair and a small glasses that hang off the nose. "How did you get on my Battlestar?"

"Your what?" Nate asked. "Is this rust bucket on Equestria?" He asked stomping the metal floor and cocking his head 45 degrees to the right.

"Maybe we should....take a walk.....let me call a few friends." The man said walking to a wall mounted phone-like device.

"Not necessary." Nate said. "I'm in the wrong universe I suspect." Nate said as his left eye began to twitch. "Bye."

Nate blinked and was gone.

"What the frack is going on?" The man asked himself, fully annoyed at the disturbance.
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When Nate's eyes once again opened he was laying on his back in a bed. The noon sun was shining brightly into his right eye from an open window to his right.  He reached a hoof to his forehead and rubbed it with his right hoof. Even with that short spat of existence in that 'Battlestar' he still had a hang over, nonetheless. He hummed an annoyed tune to himself as he wondered how he made it back to Ponyvile. Then quickly realized he wasn't in Ponyvile. You may be asking 'Well, Mr. Author person or pony. What would lead him to this realization?". Nate realized he was not in Pinkie's bed at Ponyvile when he looked down at the covers that were up to his chest. They were a shade of violet, and had many little white half moons. He looked to his left and saw the Princess of the Moon laying on her stomach with her hooves at her sides and her bed buried in a pillow.
Nate became wide eyed. Then he took a deep breath, hie left eye twitched, he blinked. 

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When his eyes opened: he was in Ponyvile. Standing outside Pinkie's bed room, he continued to rub his head as he looked up at a wall clock above the door way. It read to Nate that the current time was eight in the morning, on the dot. Nate opened the door and saw Pinkie laying in bed still fast asleep. His left eye twitched again and the car he had driven to Canterlot was now outside. Whatever he had done with Luna, he didn't want Pinkie to find out. He walked to the bed and leaned his head down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then signed to himself as he moved his head back. Gods are not suppose to lie or keep secrets, that is a luxury for mortals. When Gods lie there can be.....repercussions. Lying for a God is like taking a drug, sure it serves the purpose but there will more than likely be side-effects. Nate was unsure of what would happen to him, technically he was a demi-god, not many demi-gods exist so there is little evidence to show that if they are or are not effected by lies. The last time a God lied, Nate heard that the God had grown two heads, one of which shouted mean things and the current status of political events of random nations on Earth. 
Nate hoped that wouldn't happen to him and simply trotted off out of the room. Leaving a note for Pinkie stuck to the door. He had been forced to form a sticky note since there was a lack of paper and tape in Pinkie's home. The note said that he had returned to Ponyvile to contemplate the job he had accepted.  He then had a letter form before Princess Celestia asking her to send a roster and a description of every-pony on staff at the castle for him to review.  A few minutes after he want to the kitchen to begin making some pancakes for himself. He had to make them from scratch since apparently Ponies had never made them before. 
As he began making the pancakes, a letter  popped up before him like some sort of deranged pop-up ad. It was wrapped tightly in a little scroll with a seal that was a black with a white half moon on it. It was from Luna....

He broke the little paper seal and un-rolled it. Then silently read it.

Dear Nate.

I was surprised this morning to find that you were gone. I asked the guards and they said you never left the room. If I embarrassed you at all, I'm so sorry. I don't remember much of anything up except for the passion we shared in the bed room. By the way, for some pony who only recently became a pony, you are quite good in bed.

Please do write back.
The Princess of your moon.
-Luna

Nate gulped as he made the letter burst into flames and disappear forever.

He sent a letter back to Luna in a nano-second.

	Dear Princess Luna
I am who is sorry. I am sorry to have surprised you. I left in the blink of an eye so its not any surprise that your guards didn't see me. I don't remember anything, you are lucky to remember even a fraction of last night. Those 'Luna Squish' drinks were very strong, my head feels like it's been turned into a bomb testing range. You may not know what that is, but that's not important. 

I wrote back.
Your friend.
-Nate.