Spike’s Drunken Spree
Chapter 3: Guy’s Night Out
After hours of idle conversation, and gossip about the mares of Ponyville, the two stallions and dragon were preparing for the night out.
Spike was sure to wear his favorite shirt and vest, which weren’t hard to find, considering they were of the few pieces of clothing he washes on a regular basis. Meanwhile, Mac had on his new black Stetson, which he had bought recently, and was also wearing a vest, but Mac wore no undershirt. He wanted the mares to see his broad chest, and figured it’d help him in the long run. Soarin just wore his Wonderbolt costume, he figured his celebrity status would get him laid.
As they went about their respective business, Twilight couldn’t help but laugh at Spike looking so 'fly'. She thought the guys attempts at being sexy were absolutely hilarious. “Typical guys,” she said to herself, “thinking mares are after looks.” She had instantly stopped laughing when the large farm pony walked into the main room of the library.
“Well, how do ah look?” Mac asked, he was calm and cool, unlike Twilight, who dropped her book, and stared with her mouth agape. “Ah’ll take that as a compliment. Anyway, ya seen Spike around? It’s almost time ta leave.”
Twilight simply pointed upstairs, still left speechless from Mac’s new look.
Big Mac was fighting the urge to grin, but he knew it wasn’t the mature thing to do, and so he walked up the stairs to see if the drake was ready.
*****
“Lookin good Spike, lookin real good.” Spike couldn’t help but admire his reflection, and flex his muscles. The dragon wasn’t ‘ripped’ so to speak, but he was toned. He had to do something on his free time, besides take care of the library of course, and so he dedicated his free time to exercising.
“Uh Spike?” The deep voice had caused Spike to spin around, and then flush with embarrassment as he realized Big Mac had been watching his little display, “we should get goin, Soarin’s waitin for us, and he’s a might impatient.”
Spike smiled sheepishly, “yeah… good idea.” As Spike and Big Mac walked down the stairs and out the door, Spike had to say goodbye to the mare who raised him his entire life. “Bye Twilight, me and the guys are heading out.
“Spike, promise me you won’t get too drun-“ Twilight was cut off, when Spike and Big Mac flew out the door and into the streets of Ponyville.
*****
The night air was cold, and the street was near lifeless, as the two stallions made their way to the club they’d be meeting Shining and Flash at. They walked in a comfortable silence, just enjoying the scenery around them. It was a normal spring day in the town of Ponyville, and the pegasi had done a nice job of keeping the sky clear.
After a good ten minutes of walking, the trio had at last reached their destination. “Here we are guys, ‘The Epileptic Unicorn’ ...what are we waiting for? Let’s go get Flash and Shining!” The young drake could no longer contain his excitement, and dashed to find his allies. The two stallions had no choice but to give chase.
After about two minutes, they had lost sight of the dragon, but when they looked around, they both saw him talking to Shining Armor and Flash Sentry.
Soarin turned to face Mac, after they had both stopped running, and slowed down to a steady trot. “Looks like he found them, huh?”
Macintosh answered with his signature, “Eeyup.”
“Hey Spike, over here!” Soarin called to Spike, when they were within earshot.
The not so little dragon, walked over to them, “guys, I found them,we should totally get on line now.”
Soarin began to flash the arrogant grin that Spike hated with all his heart, “don’t worry about lines little dude, I’m a celebrity, we’ll get in no problem.”
With that Spike, Soarin, Big Mac, Flash, and Shining Armor, showed their ID's, and entered the club without problem, as promised, and what they had seen and heard when they had entered was breathtaking to say the least, but this only succeeded in further exciting the dragon.
*****
The club was dark, yet illuminated by many different colors, Vinyl Scratch was shaking the club with the intense bass of the song that she was playing, and ponies were dancing; or what a drunk would call dancing. But what truly enraptured Spike, was the bar to the far right of the entrance.
Soarin took a moment to absorb the entire scene around him, it was familiar, and he knew it was going to be a fun night out. He then noticed Spike staring at the bar, eyes wide with anticipation, and decided to give the dragon his ‘gift’ prematurely, “Drinks are on me guys!”
Soarin then began to lead Spike, and the rest of the guys to the bar. Shining and Flash were talking about guard stuff, and Mac was dead silent.
After a minute of maneuvering through drunken ponies, they had reached the bar.
“Bar keep! 5 glasses of the strongest stuff you’ve got!” Soarin called to the bartender, who began to make the concoction.
“Uh, you sure I can handle that Soarin?” Spike was a bit nervous, he never had alcohol in the past, and he was now about to drink a glass of the strongest drink that the bar served.
“Don’t worry Spike, you gotta get the hard stuff out the way first, so the rest is smooth sailing.” Soarin noticed the bartender put the drinks in front of them, and gave the required bits to him.
“Soarin’s right Spike, you should trust him, he drinks more than all of us combined.” Shining Armor said, while grinning at Soarin, who looked offended.
“That’s not true, Big Mac drinks more than me! Dude has an entire cellar of hard cider. Isn’t that right Mac?” Soarin was now facing Mac, who showed no emotion, as always.
“Eeyup. But ya still drink more than everypony else here.” Mac stated simply.
“You know Soarin, Mac is kind of right. I can hardly get a sip working as a guard, the stuff’s forbidden, and to be honest, I like having a job, right Shining?” Flash turned to Shining.
“Yeah, I can’t drink either, being Captain has it’s responsibilities; that, and Cadence would kill me.” All 5 of them shared a quiet laugh, then turned to the drinks, each taking the mug that was in front of them.
They raised their mugs, and everypony, save for Spike, shouted in unison, “TO SPIKE!” and they downed their mugs. Spike almost choked halfway in, but managed to push his way through the mug.
“Yeah Spike! Taking it like a champ!” Shining Armor felt a bit of pride well up inside him. He’s known the drake for years, and so watching him turn into a stallion, or adult for lack of better terms, certainly brought a smile to his face.
“BAR KEEP! ANOTHER ROUND!” Soarin shouted out to the bartender, who was serving another mare.
Spike traced his eyes to the mare, and quickly looked away, a slight tinge of pink on his scales. ‘Wow, she’s cute. I wonder what her name is…’
“Hey guys, who’s that?” Spike asked, lifting his claw to point at the mare who caught his eye.
“That there’s Golden Harvest, but some call her Carrot Top, she’s the local carrot farmer round these parts, ya should go talk to her Spike.” Big Mac gave the dragon an encouraging smile, which caught Spike off guard. He had never seen Mac anything else but serious, or calm, whatever emotion it was.
“Uh… I’ll talk to her… later.” Spike was now blushing from embarrassment.
“Spike and Carrot Top, sitting in a tree, k-i-ss-i-n-g!” Flash began to sing, Spike hadn’t noticed how much of a light weight he was. Spike, who had never drank alcohol, to this point, was holding it down better than the already drunk Flash Sentry.
Before Spike could formulate a response, the bartender refilled their mugs, and Soarin paid him off again. Spike didn’t want to explain any further, so he grabbed his mug and quickly downed the liquid.
“Woah Spike, gotta watch how you drink that, if you chug it like that, it’ll go straight to your head.” Soarin advised, while holding back a snicker at the now tipsy Spike.
“Don- don’t tell me… what to do…” Spike began, “I’m… a big boy now.” Spike was feeling a bit light headed, but awesome none the less.
His little monologue, was enough to send the guys over the edge, and they all broke out laughing, before downing their drinks. Soarin then ordered another round of drinks.
*****
Spike looked over to the yellow coated, and orange maned mare, and then turned back to the guys, his head was now spinning, but he felt in control, in power.
“Hey, you- you guys, *hiccup* I’m turning mah swag on, heh, heh. Swagatronic awsuhm mode on!” Spike’s words were slurred, as were the rest of the guys, save for Mac. Soarin had long since left to go flail around on the dance floor, and Mac was the same as when he walked into the bar, even if he drank the same amount as the others, he was tipsy at best; if not, completely unphased.
“Go get her *hiccup* tiger!” Flash had said, his head now resting on the bar counter, “did I ever mention, how… how soft this counter-thing is?” Flash began snickering, only to pass out a second later.
“Eenope.” Mac said, holding back a laugh of his own.
“Shut- shut up, I’m *hiccup* a, a dragon… not a tiger.” Spike got up and wobbled a bit, stumbling over to the mare he had his eyes on.
After a few seconds of what he had passed for walking, Spike reached Carrot Top, “H-hey there beautiful, how about we dance, and see where the night takes us?” Spike’s voice was uncharacteristically smooth even if a bit slurred, and alluring.
Carrot Top began to blush at the thought of dancing with such a handsome hunk of a dragon. “O-okay.” Her voice was almost too quiet to hear, but had been heard, nonetheless.
“But b-before that... let me buy you a drink. What would you like my lady?” Spike had long since stopped hiccupping, and did his best to not trip over his words.
“An appletini would be nice…” her small voice and blush, only gave Spike more confidence, as he ordered the two drinks.
As Spike waited for the drinks, he turned to the mare, “Hey, your name is Carrot Top… right?
“Yeah, and you’re the librarian’s dragon, Spike is it?” Carrot Top and Spike began to idly chat, until the drinks came. As he downed his glass everything became a blur, then went black.