Pinkie Pie was bouncing, well, bouncing faster than usual, as the carriage pulled through the gate. She was speaking too, but it had turned into a rambling river of words quite some time ago, and the other pony in the car had stopped listening, other than to reply to the countless “thank you’s” still coming.
“Please, Pinkie you need to slow down, you wouldn't want to be exhausted before the festivities even begin,” the other passenger said.
Pinkie stopped in place, several inches above the floor before slowly sinking back into her seat. “You’re right princess! There’s no point going to a late party if I’m already tired! It would be just -”
Luna sighed and returned to looking out the window. Pinkie was talking again, and didn’t seem like she’d be stopping any time soon. Is she always like this? It’s exhausting to just watch her, how does she do it?
Luna watched the buildings of Canterlot skim by outside the window as they were whisked away to their destination. Luna had pulled some strings as a thanks to Pinkie for her recent services in a crisis situation, and both of them were going to be attending Studio 54, one of the most exclusive clubs in the entire city.
Luna hadn’t been yet, but was very much looking forward to it. Since her return as Nightmare Moon and subsequent rescue by the Elements of Harmony she’d been hard at work trying to adapt to the new world and society she found in place of the Equestria she had lost. To date this had had… mixed results. Luckily, after the events of last Nightmare Night she’d made some progress and a delightful discovery. Ponies no longer avoided the night in the ways they had a thousand years ago. In fact, some ponies actually preferred spending time out after dark, and this had lead to a phenomenon she had truly enjoyed “researching” recently. The nightclub.
The princess was very excited for tonight, although she didn’t show it the same way Pinkie did. Tonight would be the first time she’d visited Studio 54, and even better, tonight was the release party for the famous DJ-PON3’s latest album, who had quickly become her favorite musician from recent history. That reminds me, she thought. “Pinkie, I need you to promise me something…”
Pinkie stopped halfway through a word and her head snapped to look at the princess. “Anything!”
“I need you to promise me you won’t interfere with the music. I’m really looking forward to tonight’s performance, and I don’t think either of us want a repeat of the grand galloping gala.”
Pinkie blushed. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” she gleefully responded. Luna winced as her companion stuck her hoof directly into her wide open eye.
“Besides, DJ-PON3 is one of my favorites, I’ve got all her music and I’d never try to show her how to do her show or it could just -”
Luna stared in wonder as Pinkie resumed speaking at her superequine speed. The Princess tried to keep up but the speech quickly became white noise.
It wasn’t until the carriage pulled up outside the club that Luna’s calm demeanor started to crack under the pressure of her excitement, and she found herself bouncing alongside Pinkie as the guardpony opened the door, revealing a red carpet leading straight to the gilded doors of Studio 54. Luna cheered as she hopped out of the carriage and practically skipped down the carpet to the door. Two well-groomed stallions in suits threw open the doors for the two of them and Luna stood for a moment to take in the scene.
Circling the room was a raised area with booths, bars, and several restaurants. In the center was a dance floor with a crowd of dancing ponies, and directly across the room from her was the stage, with the DJ’s booth positioned in front of a massive television screen and in the center of an intricate array of speakers. She tried to take in as much of the room as possible, but could feel herself overloading as the strobes flashed, the lasers spun and waved, and the bass throbbed.
The princess cheered loudly as she made her way towards the dance floor.
“That… That did not go as I thought it would,” Luna said as she pulled the blinds down across the windows in the carriage.
Pinkie sat across the carriage from her, looking down at the floor. Not saying a word for what was surely the first time in the night.
Luna looked at her. “Really? No comments?”
Pinkie grinned slightly before looking up to meet Luna’s gaze. “Well, I’m not the one who got up on stage. But I’m also not the one who jumped into the crowd, or started a fire, or knocked over a speaker tower, or -”
“I suppose I owe you an apology,” Luna said, blushing. “This was something you wanted to and I may have ruined it.”
Pinkie started giggling, and then she started laughing until she fell out of her seat. “Oh princess,” she said wiping a tear from her eye, “‘Ruined?” That was hilarious!”