Damn this blasted sun and its infernal brightness! I wish only to recover from the night’s revelry in peace and quiet yet I cannot even open mine eyes without it driving molten rays into them with dazzling vengeance.
Celestia knows this, mind you, and she takes untold delight in torturing me through the after effects of drinking spirits. No doubt it was her who removed my curtains so that I would have to suffer the suns wrath. I must be a strange sight indeed hiding beneath a crude tent of blankets and sheets but I do what I must.
Beside me is the expense report for last night’s festivities. Apparently the castle cellars only had a few casks of mead and ale but ‘beer’ and ‘whisky’ seem to have been more than suitable replacements given the amount consumed.
It was not an especially destructive feast with just under half of the furniture used being damaged. I am also to pay for replacing a chandelier and a…cello? Oh yes the cello! One of the few memories I retain of last night. It took a few magical modifications but it made an excellent drinking horn.
Note for the next feast I host: musical entertainment may be an issue.
-L
hungover Luna is actually kinda fun to write
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Cello = drinking horn... Alright.
Poor Octavia...
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Yes.
Maybe this is why she moved to Ponyville.
: "GOOOOOOD MOOORRRNNNING LUUUNNNAAA!!!"
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she would love Vinyl
VINYL: I am a sexy mare
Of course... why even when I move, ponies watch me type
VINYL: It's not all that bad, I drank all that beer you were never gonna use
That wasn't beer, that was a distilled tincture for dying
VINYL: they tasted like ick
... go to your room
VINYL: Alriiiii~gght, see ya later lord narrator! (Does Fonzy impression)
A... drinking horn? Assuming this involved Octavia (and everyone will), I can just imagine how she must feel after that.