Since I had set up my shop just a few days from where the party was to be held, I had bumped into my alternative self first, how convenient?
“Hiya!” I just burst out, as I saw her.
“Hello. I didn't know I had a twin!” she responded.
“I think the reason behind what you see is easier than that. If you recall the event, the dance, last time? Twilight and Sunset? Ringing any bells?” I uttered.
“Oh, yeah. Now I remember. So you're her friend, from where she came from and later returned to!” she said.
“Yeah, that's me. I'm the pony corresponding with you, as the girl here!” I enlightened her.
“Since you are sporting the same balloons, I guess it made sense. I'd love to see you around, for the few days you'd stay here!” she responded.
“Now, while we're at it and I have you around. I had this entirely random proposition since it is just two days from the party you're preparing, I would love to give you a small treat. Polishing your nails, as little as you may care for it in general, but this is a great night, can as well prepare a day or two in advance. I'm sure you will not regret it!” I blurted out in the common randomness of mine, knowing she'd recognise it and catch on.
“Since you're here, why not? Since I know you're going to help me with preparing the hall anyway. I guess I could spare the time!” she pondered out in absent randomness, as if just thinking aloud, for her very own benefit.
“Just follow me, right this way!” I pointed out as I led her towards the small room.
“This is going to be only too exciting, even if it isn't even tomorrow!” she just bubbled over in uncontrollable giggles.
I opened the door and led her inside.
“Have a seat and I'll be right with you. I hope you will enjoy the result!” I informed her in a not too sober tone, trying a more professional air.
“This looks good and you have prepared it all, all by yourself. I'm impressed!” she responded as she looked around, before sitting down where I had indicated for her to sit.
She momentarily slipped her hands over the light beech wood of the top of the desk, before settling down where she sat on the soft padding of the seat, on which I had instructed her to sit. It may be a common chair for an office, which was the best I could come by in the short amount of time I had available. Thinking of it, it must be identical to all office chairs in the school, just the same as Principal Celestia was probably sitting in right now?
“Just hold your hands before you, and spread your fingers!” I instructed her, as I picked the first gel.
I noticed how she was looking curiously, as I opened the first gel up for the very first time. She tentatively sniffed, but detected no special odour, maybe she was new, or just never cared much for this treat, thus never picked up on the hint. She did not make any show of picking it up, but she may have figured it could be due to the fact that I was to cure it for her, once I was finished?
Now I slowly started to paint the nail of her right thumb, just as intended, the way you'd expect it being done, from the top, centre, then right and left outwards. I used a professional five stroke manner, covering the entire nail, and nothing but, just leaving her nail a tad shiny, the way I knew would have been expected.
Now I moved to the next nail, painting them, one by one, until I had finished the very last of her five fingers on the right hand. I knew I had her attention, and she demonstrated it by intently look at the hand as I worked the magic, she was soon to realise?
“If you slip your hand in there, palm down, and hold it still until it chime? While I finish your left hand!” I instructed her.
“You really are all into the partying and preparing for them?” she enquired in a curious manner, as I painted on what she thought was the base coat on the nails of the other hand.
“That's me, the out of control Party Animal. Yet, you still need to know all about parties and plan for them in advance. Making you look just right for this party is essential, it isn't just a small village party, after all!” I responded.
“Oh no. This is the real deal, it's the 'Spring Formal', nothing can be allowed to go wrong!” she stated, with certainty.
Talking about the event ahead distracted me from thought beyond what I had at hand, her hooficure. It masked my eager joy as well since I had a perfect excuse to be excited, while I was working her treat.
“Now if you pull the hand out, and slip the left in, while I start the second step in the process?” I just informed her, knowing what I was doing would soon start to change her fingers, even if the effect may be reversible, until I had finished the final step, that is.
She eagerly followed the instructions, merely looking closer at her nails, shiny as they were, then she sat back, allowing me to do my work.
I started over, with the thumb of her right hand, only now I started just under the joint, painting the nail as long as it could possibly have been, and stroke by stroke, all the way out, making it as wide as it could possibly be, with just the same five strokes. Only to move over to the next finger, painting nail by nail, until I had finished the last of the fingers of the right hand.
“Now, if you'd pull out the left hand for me, and place the right in there, in order for the second coat to cure!” I instructed her.
She apparently did not notice the 'slip', as she just followed my instruction, giggling.
“Yes!” she then responded as she placed the left hand before me and I repeated the process.
I diligently kept on working on her nails in the manner I had set out, still sticking to the highest level of quality and precision I could muster, being Pinkie Pie and all. Several minutes past, as I kept at it.
“There, slip your right hand out, and the left hand in. Oh, and which hue of pink is your choice of the day?” I instructed her, knowing she would like pink in the first place.
“That pink seems like me!” she indicated, by pointing at it with her index finger, before she even looked at it, as if she knew what it looked like.
“Ah, the dark but vibrant hue of your hair?” I enquired, as I picked it and opened it for her, so I could start out painting her nails.
Using the gel, rather than the solid state lacquer was ingenious since the full effect of the changes would take time and I had no intent of waiting for the changes. I had no time, and changes always takes more time then you really liked, in the first place.
Just like the first times around, I started with the thumb, from the top centre, then alternating right and left, outwards, in exactly five strokes, just covering the nail, and nothing but. Then continued nail by nail, until I had finished the last one, stopping only in order to instruct her to switch hands.
From there, I moved to the final, the top coat which is going to seal the gel in, as well as the changes I'm slipping her. She may not quite have realised it, but now it was too late to turn back, and her hooves will stay this very same pink, from now and the end of time.
Once I had finished, she looked critically at her right hand, enjoying the pink I had painted on it, noting just how shiny her nails were, glistering warmly at her.
“This should make for a good effect on the party!” she chimed happily without noticing too much just yet.
I could see her nails now covering more of her fingers than she had expected, and I guess it did show on her face, but for now, she seems to enjoy the looks of it?'
“I think it is in order to start planning and preparing for your party, it's just the two days away, after all!” I toned in.
“Oh yes, thanks for reminding me!” she responded, still high on the excitement, not just the hooficure, but me helping her out.
She leads me into the empty room. I could see a table with streamers and confetti. There were a few more tables, of which one was dedicated to store the cider she had ordered to the party, just the day before. That was to be delivered just before the party. Apple Jack would be true to her word, the cider was as good as delivered.
“I think we start with the balloons!” she suggested, before she slipped one right off of her flank, just like the previous party, before she inflated it to the desired size.
“Only a true Pinkie Pie can make this trick work!” I teased her with a pat on her back, before I followed her example.
“I save on balloons, and get more, and better cider!” Pinkie Pie assured me, to the point.
“That's the spirits, I know you love the cider, and since it is straight from the Sweet Apple Acres, I know why you love it. They still make the best cider!” I confirmed.