Party Girl

by Digital Ghost

Just a Taste

"So whaddya say, Twi, will you come? Will ya, will ya will ya?"

"Come on Twilight, it's going to be fun!"

"There'll be music,"

"A really cool light show,"

"And you'll really love the ponies there!"

"Don't forget the yummy food they have!"

"And the cool neon lights that go 'Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'."

"It'll be great!"

"It'll be fantastic!"

"It'll be GREATASTIC! JINX! Wait, DOUBLE JINX!"
"It'll be GREATASTIC! JINX! Wait, DOUBLE JINX!"

Twilight cupped her ears in a vain attempt at shutting out the voices as Pinkie and Cricket urged her to come with them to a bar to meet Pinkie's new friends. "Okay, OKAY!" Twilight shouted, finally reaching her limit. Her brother had warned her of the type of ponies that dwell in such establishments, and although she never would dream to go against what Armor says, there was no winning against two Pinkie Pies, especially when they just had a sugar-loaded feast. Trying to find the silver lining, Twilight convinced herself that going to the bar would help with figuring out the reason behind the contrast between the two clones.

"YAY!" The two pink mares jumped up in delight, throwing themselves into the air. "Let's go!"

"You mean right now?" Spike asked.

"Mhm!" Cricket chirped. "Aren't you excited to meet our new friends? I'm sure you'll all like them." Pinkie nodded in affirmation.

Spike frowned, remembering the unicorn, whatshisface. "Can't say I'm looking forward to it."

Pinkie suddenly lifted him up into the air. "Aww, don't be such a Pouty McPouter Face, Spike! It'll be fun!"

The dragon sighed. "Whatever you say, Pinkie."

"Awesome!" Pinkie shouted, unwittingly dropping Spike on his rump.

"What about Vice, isn't she coming along?" Twilight asked, casting a look to Pinkie's bedroom.

"It wouldn't be right to leave her here alone," Rarity added.

"I'll go ask her." Cricket hopped up and disappeared behind the door. "Hey Vice," she greeted the other, "want to come to the bar with us? We're going to introduce Twilight, Rarity and Spike to our friends we made last night! It's going to be so much fun and—Uhh... Vice?"

Vice was laying on the bed with the stuffed bear Pinkie won at the amusement park in her hooves. She didn't move except for the small nod she gave when she said, "Mhm, yeah, sure."

"So... are you coming or not?" Cricket asked again when Vice didn't even seem to notice Cricket was asking her a question.

"Huh, what?" Vice shook her head, bringing herself back to the real world.

"We're going to the bar," Cricket repeated, "Are you coming or what?"

"Oh yeah, I... I'll be out in a minute," Vice quietly replied, though it was clear that she was still distracted by something.

"Okey Dokey Lokey!" With the signature Pinkie Pie smile, Cricket began to hop back out of the room, either not noticing or pretending not to.

"Cricket, wait!" Vice called just before Cricket could open the door.

"Yep, what's up?"

"When you... when you read the author's journal... did... did you read something about..." Vice tried to string up the words, but she just couldn't make it sound right. How was she going to explain the patches she saw in the mirror when she could barely understand it herself?

She'd sound crazy.

Twilight would have probably hooked her up to that machine Pinkie was in when Twilight learned about the Pinkie Sense. Or worse, she'd be hooked on to an even bigger machine, and Vice wasn't very keen on the idea of having some metal headgear scanning for her brainwaves.

"Read something about what?" Cricket tilted her head.

Vice shook hers to break herself away from her imagination. "Nevermind, just... just forget I said anything."

Cricket giggled. "You're weird, Vice."

With a weak smile, Vice replied, "I guess I am."

"Sooooo?" Cricket grinned at her.

"'Sooooo' what?" Vice asked, sitting up.

"Are ya coming?"

"I already told you, I'll be out in a minute."

"Oh, right, hehe. Well, we'll see you outside." Cricket left the room, closing the door behind her. It was only a split second, but it was long enough for Vice to catch a glimpse of her—no, Pinkie's friends, through the crack. They were waiting eagerly for Cricket to relay her decision to go with them or not. There might have even been a trace of worry on some of their faces, but Vice shooed away the thought that it was for her well being.

The mare got out of bed and turned her attention to the cloth that covered the mirror on the dresser. She gulped as she approached, and with a shaky hoof, she removed the covering and forced herself to look into the reflective pane. She saw her reflection, still riddled with the curious yellow patches. Vice wondered if Cricket's reflection had something like it.

How would Twilight react to seeing those?

... Could she even see them?

She shook her head again, only this time, harder, to keep herself from going to the worst case scenario. They were going to the bar to meet some friends, that was all. There wasn't any need to worry about Twilight right now, what she did need to worry about was how to keep herself from being seen in a mirror, at least until she was sure nopony else could see the spots.

---

Pinkie imitated the secret knock and the slit on the metal door slid open, revealing a pair of lazily-scanning eyes which perked up when they saw the guests. The heavy bolt sounded and the door opened.

"Pinkie!" Brick greeted the mare with a grateful look that soon twisted into confusion. "And... uhh... Pinkie... and Pinkie?" The stallion scratched his head.

"Hey, Brick, these are my friends, Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Vice, Cricket, and Spike!" Pinkie pointed to each of her friends, allowing the bouncer pony to quickly identify who was who.

"Ahh... yes, Ash told me you'd be bringing friends over. Speaking of, I think he just went to the cellar to brew up his so-called 'best drink in Equestria' for you and your friends." Brick passed a scrutinizing look over the duplicates, leaning a bit to get a better look at their flanks. "You three look a lot alike. Got the same cutie marks too."

"Did you see something you like while you were looking back there?" Vice gave him a seductive look as she flicked her tail at his direction. It was not something Rarity approved of, but it did help dodge the bouncer's inquiries.

The stallion shrugged and winked. "I'd like to answer that, but I've been told not to flirt with the customers."

As if to attest his statement, a feminine voice scolded him from behind the inner door, saying, "Brick, what are you doing holding the door for so long? You better not be hitting on the guests again."

It was a playful type of scolding to which the stallion replied with a smirk, "No ma'am, I was simply... observing our guests."

"Well you've seen enough, bring them in already!"

"You heard the lady." Brick shrugged again and opened the inner door, where an excited mare stood awaiting the expected guests.

"Pinkie, I'm so happy you're back!" Ember greeted the pink mare with a warm hug. When the embrace ended, she looked to the ponies that came in with Pinkie. Vice and Cricket, specifically. "I know you said you had sisters, but you never told me you were triplets."

"We're not triplets per se, but its close enough," Cricket said, grinning and already shaking hooves with the other mare.

Rarity politely cleared her throat and smiled at Pinkie. "Aren't you going to introduce us to your new friend, Pinkie?"

"Oh, right, my bad," Pinkie giggled. "Girls, this is Ember Light. Her brother works here as a bartender and makes the best drinks ever! Ember, these are my friends from Ponyville: Twilight Sparkle, Rarity and Spike. Vice and Cricket are clones that appeared in my room this morning."

On Pinkie's last sentence, Ember couldn't help but utter, "W-what? Clones?"

"It's true!" Cricket chirped, "See, there's this mirror pool in the Everfree Forest that can make copies of yourself if you know the magic chant. For some reason, it decided to make us appear in Pinkie's room, and now we're best friends!"

Vice dug her face into her hoof and mumbled. "After what I did to keep it a secret..." Twilight assured her with a pat that she wasn't the only one who felt a little disappointed.

Ember recovered from her stupor and smiled. She had a hard time believing what she was just told, but experience had taught her not to go around calling ponies liars. Although she didn't completely buy the story, she wasn't disappointed or upset. A little artificial flavor to one's life makes it a little more colorful. Besides, even if the story was all made up, it couldn't hurt anyone.

"Let's grab a table." Ember suggested, motioning to an empty corner. "Order anything you like, I'll cover the expenses."

"Hey there, Pinkie," greeted a passing brown stallion. "How are—... okay I definitely know for sure that there wasn't three of you before."

Before the pink mares could attempt to explain, another stallion with a pale yellow coat greeted the party pony and trailed off in the same manner as the one before him.

"Ugh," Twilight groaned. "This is going to take a while."

---

"And that's how I learned never to stick my tongue in pine sap!"

Lucky and Ace looked at each other before going back to Pinkie. Confusion was written all over their faces. "How exactly does that relate to the rubber duck?" asked Ace.

Vice rolled her eyes and took a sip from her glass. "Weren't you listening at all?"

"Wait, so..." Lucky interrupted, "did this happen before, or after you stuffed the bananas in your ears?"

"It was before," Cricket clarified.

"No, it was after," Vice contested.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. It happened right before the coconut fell in the cake."

"Actually," Pinkie cut in, "it was after the chickens chased off the cockatrice, but before the iguana dropped in the field of poison joke and scared off the jackalope."

"Ohhh, that's right!" Vice and Cricket said in unison. "That's when the timberwolf tripped over Tom."

The two confused stallions looked at each other again, trying to remember of any mention of a 'Tom' in Pinkie's story. Coming up with a blank, they looked to the mares and asked, "Who's Tom?"

"Rarity's rock friend," Pinkie answered with a bright grin.

Rarity, with a blush on her cheek, cursed under her breath, "I thought we agreed never to speak of that again."

Twilight, who was sitting a little farther from the rest on the edge of the couch, snickered, remembering how Rarity and Tom first met. It wasn't that she appreciated Discord's tricks on her friends, but she couldn't help but smile whenever she remembered how Rarity was so convinced that the boulder was a huge diamond. It was a small price to pay on Rarity's side for making Twilight carry Tom.

The alicorn glanced at the empty seat across the table. About half an hour ago, Ember excused herself to talk to a pony in a lab coat, who then followed her to the back room. Twilight guessed it was a scheduled doctor's visit, but pondered why the visit would be at a bar of all places.

The pair soon reemerged from the room and departed after exchanging goodbyes. Ember took her seat across from Twilight and mischievously smiled at her, leaning forward. "I bet you're wondering who that pony was, hmm?"

Twilight uttered an embarrased "Uhm... kind of..."

"It's okay, most ponies are curious when they first see him. That was Herbal Dew, and he's the pony that gives me my medication. You see I've got a bad lung condition, I have trouble breathing if I miss my medicine, or my nose gets too irritated."

"O-oh?" Twilight uttered, taken off guard by the sudden confession. "But why..."

"In a bar?" Ember finished the alicorn's question. "Its because me and my brother are living here. The owner was nice enough to let us stay in the spare room upstairs."

"I-I see. But why are you telling me this?"

Ember shrugged. "I don't know, you just looked like the type who'd listen."

"Really?" Twilight asked haltingly, slightly adjusting her wings, partly to give herself some sort of distraction.

"Mhm."

Twilight's cheeks flushed a little pink, but was almost invisible thanks to the dark lighting, thankfully for her. "Well, that's kind of you to say."

Ember gave her another smile. "Its nothing, dear, I just thought you needed your spirits lifted."

The alicorn was just about to change the subject when a red stallion came up with a big grin on his face.

"Speaking of lifting spirits," Ash announced his arrival with a tray of shots hovering above his head, "are you ready to grab a taste of Aether, fabled birthplace of the ancient Alicorns?" His gaze was mostly fixated on Twilight, having noticed her features.

"Well its about time you got here," Lucky said, feigning a 'dissatisfied customer' look.

"Just for that, your buddy gets a quarter of your shot." The glasses levitated off of the tray and settled in front of the ponies. The glass that was meant for Ace and Lucky however were the last to be released from Ash's magical grip. There was a tiny puff of smoke and Lucky's glass was a quarter shorter, while Ace's took the missing fraction.

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"Oh I'm sorry, is your drink another quarter too much?" Ash took hold of the two glasses again.

"No, no!" Lucky quickly said, snatching his glass, "It's fine, really."

Ash laughed as his magic subsided.

"Don't I get one?" Spike asked, looking at the empty space in front of him.

"Yeah, no," Ash said flatly, "We got a policy here that keeps us from selling these drinks to the little ones."

"Hey, I'm not little!"

"Maybe in a few years, kiddo. How about a soda instead?"

Spike threw himself back against the cushion and crossed his arms. "Fine."

"Glad we got that sorted out, I'll be back in a bit."

The ponies took their shots, and to Spike's surprise, a glass with a little bit of the strange drink slid across the table, stopping right in front of him. He saw Ace gingerly wave his hoof with a friendly smirk. "You wanted a taste, right?"

Huh, Spike thought as a smile drew itself on his face, Maybe he's not that bad at all. He took the glass and slowly let the liquid flow into his maw, savoring the taste Pinkie hyped him up to on the way there. He expected a super sweet taste, even sweeter than one of Pinkie's sugar-based pastries, and with it, a hint of topaz, just because the color reminded him of the precious stone.

The taste of topaz didn't tickle his tongue, but he got the sweetness followed by a touch of sourness that caused a bit of salivation on its way down. "Wow, this is great!" After a moment, he noticed the ponies who already drank their shots started to giggle as if an invisible feather was tickling them. He soon joined the chorus, along with Rarity, who desperately tried to keep her giggles as lady-like as she could manage.

While the others enjoyed every drop of their drink, Twilight just looked at hers. She wasn't sure if she'd want to drink it. It wasn't natural, she could tell that much. Its coloration was strange and its texture resembled the product of one of her experiments, and that alone gave her second thoughts about gulping down an unknown substance. There was also a trace of some magical energy in it as well, which only peaked her intrigue as well as her caution. So when nopony was looking, she used her magic to drain the drink into a sealed vial she summoned, and quickly banished back to her castle's lab. As much as she wanted to properly study it at home, she also didn't want to be rude since the drink—as Pinkie explained to them on their way to the bar—was apparently so special that Ash only made a few of them and only for special occasions.

The side effects, as she witnessed them, only seem to be a giggling fit, nothing harmful. She hoped that was all.

---

"Ooohhhhh Twwwwiiiiiliiight," a certain being of chaos called, straining his ears for any sort of reply. Having heard nothing but the hollow echoes of the Friendship Castle, he snapped his finger, stretched his arms with a gentle yawn, and casually laid down on a pink cloud of cotton candy lazily drifting across the ceiling, formerly known as the floor. "Ahh, alone at last," he said before taking a sip from a coconut shell.

The whole castle had been turned upside down as quickly as a switch could be flipped. At least the insides were. The outside was perfectly fine since Discord couldn't risk another stern scolding from his dear Fluttershy. Although the young mares did their best to reform him, and Discord himself tried his best to be an orderly gentledrake on the outside, the latter's natural state of entropy was not a thing that could easily be doused. It was a call that was simply too good to be ignored.

That call came to him that night, the castle was empty, and he simply made use of that fact. But the chaos he was causing was too tame for his taste, a simple switch of up and down wasn't nearly enough to satisfy even a fraction of that itch on his back. "Hmm, I could go for a little entertainment," and with that set on his mind, all it took to summon a little puppet show for himself was a snap from his fingers.

But that quickly became boring the first fifty thousand times. The stories weren't that good anyways. "Oh I know how to liven things up a bit." Discord snapped his fingers again and a flash momentarily covered himself and the objects in the room. He was now dressed in a fancy black tuxedo with a yellow bow tie, and a slender stick with a white cap at the top was in his paw. There was also a stand in front of him which he tapped thrice with his stick. A little farther from him was an array of utensils and small furniture arranged in multi-layered arches, which hopped to attention from his tapping.

Discord was stoic as he looked at the impromptu band, not looking impressed nor disappointed, but confident. Gracefully, he raised both his hands, and brought them down and to either side, signaling the start of his dissonant orchestra. Teapots and saucers clanged together, the legs of the chairs pounded on the tables, spoons and forks scraped against each other, small chalkboards were scratched by disembodied claws that resembled Discord's own, and the glasses sang out from the friction caused by the gloves, of which had no owners, gliding on the rim.

The melody was perfectly desynchronized, out of tune and out of beat. The shrill notes of the spoons and forks sent a vile shiver down the draconequus' spine, as did the claws on the chalkboards. The rest of the instruments added the much needed background noise, the banging and clanging rivaled that of the monkey orchestra he had unleashed in Canterlot only a few weeks prior. Had it not been for the protective spell he had cast upon the castle's windows, the glass would have been shattered mere moments after his song started. Yes, this was one of Discord's musical masterpieces, not as good as the ones he had a thousand years ago, mind you, but then, he just couldn't have any audiences begging him to stop, for fear of being lectured again by his closest of friends.

Discord was so engrossed by his own music that he didn't notice that every other object not part of his orchestra were no longer abiding to the rules of gravity. They swirled around him in whatever direction they pleased, often crashing into one another, making the musical number that much more joyous. But the draconequus' fun time was to be cut short. He heard the front doors creak open, and in a state of panic, he dropped everything and turned himself into a lamp. Once he was sure he was inconspicuous enough, he snapped his fingers, summoning a blinding flash that, when it dissipated, revealed the castle interior to be just as he had seen it when he arrived.

He held his breath as two pegasi entered the room.

"I don't see him here either, Flutters. We've been everywhere in Ponyville and he's still nowhere to be found. Are you sure he's not just visiting his grandma or something?"

"I'm sure he would have told me if he was, but uhm, I guess that could be a possibility."

"So is it case closed now? You know I have to get back to the academy early tomorrow, right?"

"Oh of course, Dashie. Sorry for dragging you out here so late."

"Nah don't sweat it. I know you'd probably need some muscle if you wanted to make sure Discord didn't try any of his tricks, and as the element of loyalty, I just couldn't let you deal with him alone."

Oh is that what she thinks, hmm? Discord made a silent snap of his fingers and Rainbow Dash's saddlebag momentarily shimmered, but the pair didn't notice, and left on their merry way. Once Discord heard the doors shut, he flashed out of his disguise and stifled a giggle with his paw. "Oh the the surprise Rainbow Dash will get when she opens her saddle bags to find a puff of poison joke in her face."

He floated down to the ground and strode down the hall, humming as he went deeper into the castle until he felt his foot accidentally kick something that clattered across the floor. Curious, he picked it up, a glass flask, and was delighted to see what its contents were. "Could it be?" he asked himself as he brought his face close to the vial.

"It is! Oh how wonderful! I haven't had one of these in centuries." However, his moment of delight was replaced with caution when he realized that the container belonged to Twilight. "But what would Twilight be doing with this?"

He didn't even wait a moment for thought when he shrugged and said, "Oh well no matter, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I take a tiny sip." He pulled off the cork and greedily gulped down the drink. When the last drop fell on his tongue, he exhaled with satisfaction. "Now that hit the spot! You know, for somepony like Twilight, she has a great taste in beverages, even though it wasn't exactly as perfect as I remember."

---

Vice was a bit tipsy by the time she had her seventh 'Celestial Sunrise', a drink the bar ponies strongly recommended. It could have been better named as 'High Summer Noon' or 'Desert Heatwave', because it warmed her up as if she was laying out in an open field with nothing but the radiant heat of the burning sun bearing down on her. She could swear that somepony would mistake her for having a fever if they got close enough to feel the heat she radiated, if her reddened cheeks didn't broadcast the message first.

While Vice was on the verge of losing consciousness, the two stallions who she ended up challenging to a drinking contest had already dropped. "Bunch of featherweights," she mumbled as her blurry vision made out Lucky and Ace's figures, passed out in their seats. To her side, Twilight and Rarity were looking at her with disapproval, but the other three mares congratulated her on her victory, though that did little to calm the storm brewing from all those Sunrises.

In addition to the two knocked out stallions, Spike was also clumped up in his seat with a very undignified stream of drool flowing on the side of his cheeks, and the occasional, mumbled praise to his 'heaven-sent angel of beauty'.

"Hrk..."

"Other way, other way!" "Hey now, not on the cushions!" Rarity and Ember said, slowly inching away from a disaster they thought was about to transpire.

"I'm... hokay..." Vice cleared her throat. 'E're's the little fffilly's room?"

"Right over there," the red mare pointed to a door on the other side of the room. Vice stood up, or at least tried to at first. Her legs felt like wet noodles, and needed Pinkie and Cricket's assistance to keep herself upright. It wasn't her most gracious moment, and it wont be her last if she didn't find somewhere a bit more providing for her personal necessities soon.

"Maybe I should help you girls out too," Twilight volunteered, already rising to lend a helping hoof.

"Nuh-no—" Vice attempted to wave, "—you kizzds jusst have fun 'ere, Finky and 'Ricket'll be all the azssistance I need. Onwards, fillies!"

Cricket giggled at Pinkie, "She called you Finky."

"She called you Ricket," Pinkie giggled back.

Twilight reluctantly slid back down to her seat. "I hope you're right, Vice." She looked at Pinkie and Cricket, "But you two better come get us if she gets her head stuck in the toilet."

"I heard that!" the drunken clone shouted.

Ember waited until the trio were out of the room before saying. "Well, she seems spirited."

"In more ways than one," Rarity added, getting a giggle from both mares.

---

"Are you alright now, Vice?" Pinkie asked, helping her officially-unofficial-sister-for-now waddle to the sink to wash her off. Vice's forehooves were slung around Pinkie and Cricket's necks while she tried to keep herself from dangling like a sack of flour.

"Its amazing—and really gross—how much you let out from that. I think you just lost a few pounds!" Cricket sounded cheery, but after witnessing what they just flushed down the toilet, she'd be sticking a cupcake in her eye if she ever said she was feeling as fresh as summit water.

"Gee, appreciate the reminder, Cricket," said Vice, putting extra emphasis on 'appreciate'. Pinkie and Cricket put Vice's forehooves on the sink so she may support herself and get to washing, and she did. She splashed the conveniently ice-cold water on her face to get rid of the bile that stubbornly stuck to her, as well as to cool off and perk herself up.

"That's a funny mark on your face, Cricket," Vice heard Pinkie say, which caused her to quickly look up to find a large mirror hanging on the wall. On that mirror, she saw not only her own patch-riddled reflection, but Cricket's as well. There wasn't a single trace of the patches on Pinkie.

"Vice has strange marks too! Mystical," Cricket commented. "Does it mean anything, you think?"

"Hmm," Pinkie squinted at the mirror, rubbing her chin in thought.

"It looks like a jigsaw puzzle, doesn't it?"

"Huh?" Vice turned to Cricket.

"Yeah, you know, like that puzzle we—well, Pinkie got from Nana Pinkie, the one that changed pictures every time."

"Oh yeah!" Pinkie clapped her hooves. "I loved that game! We used to play it all the time! Maud, Marble, Limestone and I would dump it on the floor, mix it around, and put everything in as fast as possible! We had such a great time!"

That exact memory played in Vice's mind as Pinkie narrated. The happy faces of Pinkie's sisters playing inside the silo was so crisp. She even remembered the day. It happened exactly a month after Pinkie's first party. Nana came for a visit, bearing gifts. She felt the joy Pinkie felt when she got her present. It was so clear and vivid, it felt like Vice was the one feeling happy, yet it was so... alien to her... she felt so distant.

She recalled another memory, the moment when Pinkie first found out that the pictures changed every time they shuffled the pieces. She felt the wonder of such an innocent filly. Still there was another moment in Pinkie's life, when she decided to leave the rock farm. Vice felt the sadness of saying goodbye, the worry of what the future had in store, and the elation of meeting brand new friends and making those friends smile.

It was strange, looking at somepony else's memory. It was like she was there, when she really wasn't. Like a really good movie... too good in fact that she really felt that... It felt like a part of her heart just shriveled up and died right then. She was a pony with another pony's memory, life, history. Everything up to the point when she woke up for the first time as a separate pony, it all belonged to Pinkie, even the cutie mark, the very thing that defined a pony.

What did that make her? What did that make Cricket?

She knew from her first moments that they were clones, but realizing that she never really owned anything she thought she had, it was... scary. That alone time in Pinkie's room gave her a moment to think about it, but only now did it really hit her. And did it hit her hard. She felt the need to curl up and cry. That wasn't something Pinkie would do, and it suited her fine. At least it would be her memory, not Pinkie's!

But no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. If she cried, then the others would be worried. Pinkie didn't want that, she never would even dare think about making other ponies worry or be sad. Neither did Vice, but was it her desire to keep other ponies from being worried, or was that Pinkie's? Her heart felt like it was being choked, and Pinkie and Cricket began to notice.

"Are feeling okay, Vice?"

"Is your stomach acting up again, should we help you to the stall?"

Vice blinked back the tears and swallowed the lump building on her throat. "No, I'm fine, thanks for your concern."

"Are you sure?" Cricket asked worriedly, but Vice ignored her.

"We better go," Vice said to avoid any more questions, "That play's tomorrow, right? Better not keep Rarity from her beauty rest."

Pinkie gasped. "You're right! Oh my gosh its already late, and Rarity's going to be a Grumpy Grumpington if she doesn't look her best! Quick, to the hotel!" She dashed off, dragging Vice with her out the door.

Cricket stood there for a moment, holding a hoof to her chest, which for reasons unknown to her started to ache suddenly.

Author's Note:

"Spirited", get it?

'Cause alcohol comes from spirits...

That's how it works right? ... Right? Or did I mishear the TV say 'Spits'?

Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing this chapter. Oh hey, look at that, the total word count had flattened out.

Comments

[lazyreader19]

Well this ended on a high note...

Also now I'm real curious about that drink discord had.