//------------------------------// // Chapter One // Story: Back From Paradise // by yourfanfictionnarrator //------------------------------// Episode One My Father once told me, “Reginald, if you ever want to remembered as a successful pony, forget about it. Because you’re a loser.” Thanks dad. Orange juice. Freshly squeezed. Yep, that sounds pretty good right now. I smacked my lips together as if it would somehow remove the awful taste of morning breath from my mouth. I levitated the covers off my body and rolled to the side of the bed. Joints popping as I stretched out, I connected my hooves to the cold brown carpet. I passed the bathroom on the way to the stairs, reminding me that I had to take a leak like nopony’s business. Probably because I had Over-active Bladder Syndrome. I always have to know where the nearest place to take a wiz can be found. Come on, it's not gross or anything, I don't make fun of your disabilities. *** FLUSH I got a short view of myself as I trotted past the mirror. I really should do my hair. I picked up my rounded brush and brought it to my face. Then I took a closer look. Just peachy. A nice big nappy blue hair. Vinyl. If she uses my brush one more time... I sighed. To hell with my morning Regiment. I’m thirsty. *** I opened the fridge and pulled out a bag of oranges with my mouth. Hold up, where did these come from? I levitated the bag around and found a yellow sticky note. It read, “Help yourself –Sugarberry”. Figures. Any time she wanted the people in her house to know something, she’d use one of her yellow sticky notes. Why thanks. Just what I was looking for you crazy son of a bitch. My horn was surrounded with three overglows of my trademark dark green aura. The cabinets came to life and out came the required objects. A knife, a juicer, a cutting board, and a glass. Then I got to work cutting the oranges in half, whilst unknown to me the very owner of the house trotted in. “Morning Reggie. You look like hell. Skip your morning regiment or something?” She said. “Good morning to you also, Sugarberry.” I levitated an orange half onto the manual juicer and began to grind. “Using the oranges I see.” “Yep. Why’d you buy them?” I asked. Sugarberry whinnied. “To piss off that apple mare.” I tried not to roll my eyes. Of course that was why. How had I not known. Her crap with that apple girl is getting annoying. I looked at the glass underneath the tube of the juicer. Seriously? Only one little drop! I levitated the juiced orange over to the trash can, replaced it with another and tried again. “It’s Friday.” She announced. “Any plans?” Lyra came out from under the table. "Well I'm going to Vinyl's party, thanks for asking." "Holy hell! Seriously Lyra?!" Sugarberry yelled. "...Don't ask what I was doing under the table." Her face tried to hold back excitement. "... Ask." She whispered. Okay, now this I could not comprehend. "What were y- "EAVESDROPPING!!! Who else is coming?" "Sounds fun to me." Sugarberry said. "You doing anything tonight Reggie?" “As a matter of fact. Not a damn thing.” Sugarberry put emphasis on her (over)exaggerated expression of shock. “Really now. That’s a first. You’re always either at work or in solitude. You hardly ever come to the parties we have.” “That’s because I’m too tired to party. This might come as a surprise to you, but work isn’t easy. Not like you’d know. All your money comes from renting out the house.” I said, replacing yet another lousy orange. Her eyes gave off a, whatever dude, kind of look. “Bullshit.” She stated bluntly. “To which half of my reply are you referring to?” I said in a racist posh accent. “Both. You don’t party because you’re a loner. And by the way, I do work hard.” “Sure sure. And Celestia is a stallion.” She went quiet. "Sooo... Should I- "Not now Lyra!" I stated as firmly as I could without yelling. "...Oookay." She retreated back under the table. I couldn’t tell if Sugarberry felt insulted or angry. Shit, maybe I should try being a little less blunt from now on. “Gotta admit Reg that almost made me laugh.” Mystery solved, I guess she just didn’t give a shit. Okay then. She walked to the other side of the counter, placing her forelegs on it. “What’s new?” She asked. “Today marks the start of the only time off I’ve had in two weeks. Excluding Sunday that is. I just got promoted to assistant manager at Paradise.” “Impressive. What’d you get out of that?” “The next five days off, payed vacation. And a bigger paycheck from now on too. Looks like my boss is finally starting to make some money.” “Good to see he’s finally making enough money to pay his employees what they’re worth.” Sugarberry leaned over the counter and batted her eyelashes. “And you’re worth more than you think Reggie.” Her face dangerously close now as she nuzzled my neck with her nose. Great. She blew in my ear. I backed away with a big sigh. “Thanks but no thanks. My morning actually is complete, without being banged by somepony else on the counter.” I threw away the orange carcasses and put the juicer in the sink. She was still there when I turned around. If she has to check me out, can’t she be just a little less… obvious? The 'sexy' look on her face was gone now. “Suit yourself.” She gave a flip of her mane and turned around, flanks deliberately swaying as she trotted off to the stairs. “You always know where to find me if you change your mind.” “Sure, sure.” I said with a wave of my hoof. I didn’t take my eyes off the cutting board until she was up the stairs and out of sight. Out came a sigh of relief I didn’t realize I was holding. Sure she’s good looking and all, but I’m too damn tired for that. My goddess, I sound like an old stallion who thinks sex is some kind of workout for strengthening your core. Up and down and up and down. Maybe when I’ve gotten some rest I’ll feel like I’m not 90 years old. I lifted up the glass. All that effort and no more than one swig. Pbbbfffttttt Fine! I set the glass back down and walked to the fridge. Right there on the top shelf was a gallon size carton full of orange juice. (No doubt also something Sugarberry bought to piss off the apple mare.) Ah, perfect. I moved the carton to the side and grabbed a beer. Much better.