//------------------------------// // The Throwing of Parties: 3 // Story: The Suit of the WearPony Curse // by Ponyess //------------------------------// I had been at my counted for a good while, a few hours by now. Nothing much had been happening all day. All of a sudden, this pinkish girl walks, or rather bounces in through the door, stopping mere inches from me. Looking me in the eyes, as she stopped before me. “I need to throw a Party. Right this instant, if you know what I mean?” she merely exclaimed the next instant. “Throwing a party is easy. I could set you up with a local that should be just about right for you. All depending on when, why and how many you intended to invite to your party!”I responded rather noncommittally, without making me come out as uninterested. “Yeah, I know. Yet, I need to have it thrown at the very instant. You said you have a local ready for throwing parties? What kind of locals do you have available over the coming three days or so? I had in mind something more spectacular, and hilarious!” she prompted. “You are in luck, there are not any parties planned over the coming threw days. I would be happy to sign you for any one local you find appropriate for what you had in mind. Anything in particular you would require? A bar, tables, a scene?” I responded, my curiosity piqued. “A medium room with a scene and a bar, with a few smaller rooms on the side seems ideal, to me. Do you by any chance have anything like that available now?” she responded. “A medium room with bar, scene and a few smaller rooms in adjunction? That I certainly could arrange. This very instant. Is that an On-the-House bar, or pay-per-drink?” I responded. “If you mean that the drinks are free for the atendees, that is what I had in mind. You tend to get thirsty on a party. I prefer to have the drinks served in the bar, over any alternatives. If it is possible, some light and upbeat music on the scene could be fun, if available!” she prompted. “That could be arranged. That is exactly my experience too. Alternating enjoyable and dance friendly music would sound great on your party, I would imagine!” I put forth, punching in what she had specified and assigning a local for her. “Great, great. Excellent. I need the party to start, right about now, or an hour ago, but that couldn’t happen, yet. I guess I will just have to make due with the sooner the better.!” she responded. “Here is the key..” I responded as she pours cash on the counter before me. This should be enough for the time you specified. Feel free to be back when you need to throw your next party!” I merely pointed out as I extracted the funds required to pay for what she asked for. “Thanks!” she bubbled over and bounced on her merry way with the key. “She is loaded. Yet, she is out of control and whacked beyond repair. Are we lucky she found us, or is she a curse?” I thought to myself, without as much as breathing it. About three seconds later, I hear a canon go off. “That just confirmed my earlier statement!” I thought to myself, before I initiated any further actions. “Did you hear that!” came from the office behind me. “Where was that? Just don’t tell me it was the room where that pink girl just booked to have a party?” I responded. “Exactly!” she merely shut back. Only, then several more shots went off in quick succession. Nothing else could be heard, though. No screaming, above all else, which was strange. Unless they simply were too shocked to manage to scream. Yet, there was no noises from anything falling, or other sounds characteristic for what I had just heard. Maybe she is merely marketing her party, as the utterly insane thought?” I proposed, then silently laughing about the notion. “That sure would grab all the attention she could possibly hope for, if that is what you mean? So long as it doesn’t tear down the entire building right on top of her head!” she responded with nervous giggle to her voice. “It may not be my break just yet, but it feels as if I had better see what she is doing. Could you cover for me, while I check out what is going on?” I inquired. “Sure thing. Just promise to give me all the details when you do get back. Unless she shoots you with the canon she used!” she responded. “Sure. Done, done and done. She was looking way too eager to throw the party for anything that drastic, but what do I know. I just work here, helping people getting locals to throw parties. If she did shoot me with a canon, she would serve hard time, well away from anything festive. Property damage is just a few years in the slammer!” I pondered with a strange laugh at the end of the statement. “Then you had better hurry. The place is bound to be crawling with people in no time. No, please go!” she urged me, insitently. “Sure, I’m going!” I pointed out, rushing towards the room I had expected the noises came from. Sure thing, this is the room the noises came from. The door is open and people are pouring in. Giggling nervously or excitedly, There were chuckles and laughter from inside the room as well. What I could not see, is the expected damage from said canon going off. Just as I couldn’t see a single trace of any gun, canon or otherwise. On the other hand, there were decorations all over the place. Balloons covered the ceiling completely, as if it had been an ocean of blue and yellow. Confetti and screamers were hanging thick on the air as well. For a moment, I thought I saw her by the bar, serving drinks right and left, people walking with glasses of juice and other beverages. She had paid for the privilege, so it was all fine by me. Only, the next instant I thought I saw her on the stage, pulling a few fast jokes, pushing the mood up to the ceiling in no time, flat. She was apparently a natural, when it came to throwing parties and humour, I had to give her as much. Before I knew it, she was armed with several instruments, playing to her hearts content, making each and every one dancing to her tune. Me included. There was no way around it, I had to admit. On second thought, she could as well have been a magician or a hypnotist. That is the power she had over us. There is no escaping her now. At least, she had me under her spell. Maybe I know the room, just a standard local for holding a party for a regular size crowd. Nothing special. There is a bar at the center, with glasses lined under the glass counter and the drinks lined up behind the bar tender who supposedly serves the drinks. The bar tended commonly serves, regardless of if the drinks are on-the-house, or pay-per-drink. Bottles are lined up in beautiful cherry wood stands. The floor is covered with black and white stone tiles. Nothing fancy, just easy to maintain and should stand up to anything thrown at it. The walls are covered with oak wood panels for the same reason, aside from being a more acoustically pleasing texture. There isn’t all that much finesse to the choices, just a business maximising profit. It is cost effective and easy to maintain, while giving the customers a pleasant place to hold or throw parties for any reason. Nothing I needed or was required to worry my head about. I just work here. At some point, she had ditched her beautiful collection of instruments, in order to sing something. She does have a beautiful voice, at least in my ears. Furthermore, she certainly could sing as well. I guess it all serves her in her drive towards throwing parties and keep everyone happily laughing and smiling. Smiling like crazy, if it is to be correct, or to the point. I am bound to have a sore face as I get back to my post, and for several more days after that. If and when I manage to crawl back to my post, that is. The one sad thing, I can’t give her any news when I get back. She is bound to have heard it all at that point. Either way, I could as well give her my story, if and when I get the chance. If my memory serves me, she is going to hold this up for the coming three nights. And the days in between said nights. Just now, I can’t even leave if I wanted to, the room is packed with people. Happy cheerful people, smiling from ear to ear. They are not merely content, they are happily staying here. As if it had been the adventures of their lives. Maybe it is? I am not complaining, not right now. I may change my mind, when I finally am capable of leaving the room, considering the sore face and lack of sleep I will have endured by the time. At least, that is what I imagine. --- --- ---