They’d spent a few hours talking and drinking, and as promised, the bartender had cut Scootaloo off on her third mug. She wasn’t hammered but she was certainly drunk. Gilda wasn’t too much better herself but neither of them had a problem walking… well, as long as they held each other up every so often.
It was about 11 when Gilda had had enough of just hanging around and offered “It’s getting late, wanna come back ta my place? Coupl’a blocks down the street.” Scootaloo was hesitant at first but when Gilda added “How you getting home anyway?” she changed her mind. This may’ve been the closest pub to where she lived, but that was still about five K’s [kilometres] away.
Her only other choice was calling her dad to pick her up. So basically; she had no other choice. The two of them stumbled out of the bar and were cheered at loudly by a bunch of drunkards sitting out the front who’d been waving goodbye to everyone who left. Scootaloo laughed and heartily waved back, where as Gilda just sighed and gave a slight over the shoulder hand gesture.
The bar was on the edge of town and close to the suburbs but there was still a few city blocks between here and Gilda’s house. As they walked, she and Gilda kept talking about this and that. Wonderbolts, Equestria Games, bikes and cars. Scootaloo had very few friends who cared about this kinda stuff. Well, few female friends at least.
They shouted and laughed in the empty streets as they kept on going. The place was dead and empty this time of night so they could be as loud as they wanted. At least until they started to see some houses with some people either asleep or about to head off to bed, they’d have to keep it down then. But for now it was practically a shouting contest. It was all good fun… until it wasn’t.
They were far from anything now and in the brief moments that the two shut up the air was completely silent. Scootaloo had stopped thinking of all those stories she’d heard ages ago but they slowly started coming back to her as two guys stepped in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere… or possibly that alley. She heard some noise behind her too and saw a third guy closing in on them.
The girls stopped. Scootaloo quickly grabbed onto Gilda’s arm in both fear and to stop herself from falling over at the quick stop. Normally she wouldn’t be scared at all and could put up quite a fight herself. Her experience at school at taught her that. But only really against one or two. And with the state she was in she doubt she’d even be a match for one. She looked up to Gilda, now that they where this close she could see she was about a head taller than her.
Before Scootaloo could say what she was about to, Gilda spoke up to the guys “What do you want?” she hid it well but her speech was still slightly slurred.
“Oh, you hear that guys?” the guy behind them said with a slight chuckle as he made a few steps towards them. He was obviously drunk as well.
“Yeah, we heard her…” one of the two in front replied as they started forward as well. They too were just as wasted and all three of them closed in. The one behind them was the first to put a hand out to grab Gilda’s other arm. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground gasping for breath as Gilda had back-kicked him in the chest. She didn’t give the other two time to react as she used the force of that kick to send herself forward, slamming her fist into one of the front guy’s faces.
Before she could go for the third guy however he got a shot in on her. Gilda may’ve had a strong start but with all five of them in the state they were in, it only took one hit for anyone to go down. And she was no exception. Scootaloo was wide-eyed and terrified as the guy who now stood over Gilda looked at him. He was pissed… nut shot! Gilda from below with an uppercut.
He grasped his crotch and let out a squeal that neither of the females could hope to match the pitch of before falling onto Gilda. Scootaloo slowly went over to her friend and pushed and kicked the squirming man off of her. She helped Gilda up, sorta. Her friend was in a crawling position now with one hand holding the side of her face. She eventually grabbed Scootaloo’s hand to help her to her feet.
Gilda saw the first guy she’d punched out cold on the ground and the new unic still writhing in pain… “Behind you!” she shouted, the first guy she’d kicked was back up and right behind Scootaloo. Elbow to the face! Scootaloo spun around, inspired by Gilda to let these punks have… and he was already down. Clutching his bloody nose on the ground and groaning.
“Nice shot.” Gilda said putting her hand on Scootaloo's shoulder. Scootaloo nearly took a swing at Gilda too.
She turned to Gilda and told her “Let’s get the hell out of here!” fear evident on her face. Gilda took a look around. It was clearly over. They were safe now.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” she said, moving her hand from on Scootaloo’s shoulder to around her shoulders. And then began to walk past the unconscious guy. They then stopped. “One thing first.” she said, taking her hand off of the girl and leaning down. She rifled through the guys pockets for a moment before she found his wallets.
“Right! Getting his ID so we can call cops on them!” Scootaloo cheered at her friend's genius.
“Yeah… something like that.” she answered smugly as she took all his about 90 bucks out before chucking the wallet down a drain. She then stood back up and put her arm around a confused but at least now not scared any more and some-what amused Scootaloo and began to walk again. “Let’s get.” she said before calling out loudly “Thanks for the drinks fellas!” as they continued walking home.