//------------------------------// // Dancing by Anonymule // Story: RariTwi Group Collab // by Anonymule //------------------------------// Dancing By: Anonymule ~~~~~<>~~~~~ “Dancing?” Twilight Sparkle asked, unsure as to why she was pulled away from a very interesting study about the mating habits of dung beetles, just for a little bit of dancing. “Yes darling, dancing.” Rarity exclaimed, practically pulling her unicorn companion by the tip of her horn into the nightclub. Twilight only grunted in response after being pulled into ‘The Wub Club’, the hot new thing to hit her home city of Canterlot. She’d just tuned twenty-one, and she thought she would reward herself with a nice scientific experiment. However, before she could write down her results, she was recruited by her friend to spend a night out on the town. At first she was ticked off that her friend had removed her from her lab, eventually over the half hour train ride she calmed down, at least until Rarity said they were going dancing. It wasn’t that she had some kind of dancing phobia. It was only that she preferred to do her dancing in private. Such as in the shower, she could out dance the best of them in there. The only problem was that when she danced in public her legs locked up, leading to some very awkward dance moves. She made the mistake of dancing in public once, during a garden party she would rather forget. The pair of mares walked into the club. The music was blasting from the speakers cabinets of the DJ across the room. “WHY IS THE MUSIC SO LOUD?” Twilight yelled to her friend. “That’s just the way it is at a nightclub.” Rarity’s horn ignited, “maybe this will help.” Twilight’s ears popped and the music was now at a much more pleasant level. “What did you do to me?” Twilight asked her friend who had made her way over to the bar. Finding a seat at the bar, Rarity patted the seat next to her. “You’re not the only one who knows neat magic tricks.” Rarity said before motioning over to the bar tender. “Oh cool, maybe you could teach it to me later?” Twilight replied taking her seat next to Rarity. “Yes, I’ll teach it to you later.” Rarity turned her head away for a moment, and noticed the bartender was waiting to take their orders. “Could we have a round of tequila shooters please?” Nodding, the bartender began to make the drinks. “What are Tequila Shooters?” Twilight asked, she may have been a mare with a lot of knowledge on many different things, but alcoholic beverages were not one of them. “A little liquid courage, you seem to need it.” Rarity chuckled at her friend’s blank stare. “So, it’s a potion?” Twilight’s face contorted quizzically, staring at the beverage in front of her. Rarity burst into a laughing fit, grabbing onto her friend. “No, it isn’t a potion, you just drink it.” Twilight went to sip on the drink when she was stopped by Rarity. “Not like that dear, you must drink it all at once, and then lick the salt around the rim, before biting into the lemon.” Rarity instructed her friend. The two friends began to enjoy their drinks properly; Twilight amused Rarity when her face started to contort in reaction to the drink. “Gah! Why would you drink that?” “You’ll see in a moment darling, now let’s go dancing.” Rarity pushed Twilight onto the dance-floor into the throng of ponies dancing to their heart’s content. Soon Rarity started to move to the music, not doing anything in particular, just letting the music move though her. Twilight on the other hoof just stood there awkwardly smiling at her friend. “What’s the matter darling, just let the music flow through you.” Rarity nudged Twilight in the side with her horn. The alcohol now taking affect, Twilight began to cut loose. On lookers looked at her, some snickered, while others took photographs. She knew that some people were going to make fun about her less than stellar dance moves, but she was having fun, so why did it matter what others thought. Rarity excused herself before heading back to the bar. Putting some bits on the bar, she whistled to get the attention of the bartender. “What’s your poison?” The grumpy middle-aged stallion asked her. Thinking for a moment, Rarity decided. “A Black Devil please.” Giving the barkeep the correct amount of bits, Rarity watched him get her a glass. “Hey Rarity, I think I’m getting the hang of this!” Twilight yelled, still swaying and jumping like a pony who had lost their mind as she moved herself to the music. Gulping audibly, Rarity witnessed images that would no doubt be in the tabloids tomorrow. Turning to the Bartender, who had yet to make her drink, “could you make it a double please?” Drink in hoof, Rarity watched the spectacle, only sure of one thing. It was going to be a long night… ~~~~~<>~~~~~