Well a week after I said it would be, here it is. The next chapter of Soarin's Pie. I know it hasn't got all lubby dubby yet, but the hallmarks of great stories is developing the story. Not ending it as soon as possible.
Well a week after I said it would be, here it is. The next chapter of Soarin's Pie. I know it hasn't got all lubby dubby yet, but the hallmarks of great stories is developing the story. Not ending it as soon as possible.
Pinkie stood alone in front of of a gold painted, wooden door, the early morning sun shining off the surface. Two stallions, one a pegasus and the other a unicorn, stood in front of her. The yellow jackets of the stallions that stood at the other gates were replaced with dark suits. This was the posh entrance, and it showed.
"Greetings madam," welcomed one of the stallions, causing her to giggle manically. She hadn't been called madam before.
"Welcome to you too," she said, a large smile on her face, "Boy you two must be super posh, poshy-posh-poshingtons." The two stallions frowned, this hyperactive mare was going to be trouble, they could sense it.
"Do you have your ticket?" The other one asked.
Pinkie rooted around in her saddle bags for a minute before drawing out the golden slip. "Of course I have my ticket," she stated matter of factually. In matter of fact, she had almost arrived without her ticket, dashing back only when her friends went in their door when she realised she had left her ticket behind
The unicorn took the ticket and inspected it, studying it for any signs of forgery, there was no way this crazy mare should’ve had a legitimate ticket. Seeing no faults he waved it before his companion, whose eyes studied it before giving an angry grunt. Neither could find any faults, it seemed that she had indeed got her hooves on a real ticket. Reluctantly they stepped aside, the pegasus taking a velvet cord with him. They bowed their heads and allowed Pinkie through.
She entered the welcoming shade of the stadium, and her mouth went slack. For a temporary and quickly built structure, the inside was luxurious. The walls were lined with various tapestries, the floor a thick shag carpet, and the ceiling was lit with chandeliers. Clearly the richest of the rich ponies couldn't deal with a lack of luxury, even during a one day event.
Unfortunately, Pinkie was one pony who wasn't exposed to such luxury regularly, the very proximity to it all causing her to nearly burst with excitement."This is the poshest place I've been," she exclaimed rather loudly, "Even posher than Rarity's boutique. The only place that probably matches this would be the Gala."
Pinkie began to remember the Gala rather vividly, the colorful dresses, the beautiful decor. Unfortunately, not everything was as wonderful; the guests for instance. They were all horrid von meany-pants as far as she was concerned. Still, she hoped that the fellow box ponies would be nicer, after all, she loved screaming her lungs out when she came to these events.
She made her way up a nearby stair case, each step silent on the thick carpet that covered it, not that Pinkie needed a carpet to muffle her bouncing stride. Quickly reaching the top, she found herself in a box filled with rather comfy looking seats. A bar was to one side, complete with bar pony already setting up and infront of her was a smiling pony in suit and tie.
The pony held, obviously an usher, out his hoof for her ticket. He inspected it and led the way to her seat. "This way, madam. I'm surprised to see anyone here this early."
Pinkie looked out at the stadium, nearly a quarter full already, making the statement confuse her. "But, the stadium is already filling up, why would no one be here?"
"Because, most of the toffs that come to these events show up either just before, or half way through. Not that they stay for long, they show up to make an appearance, drink a little and head off home."
The blatant honesty as well as what he just said made Pinkie pause. "Why would you spend all the money on a ticket just to go away early, or not see most of it?"
"Beats me, I guess it's all about appearances to the average toff, ain't that something you do?"
"Oh no, I always enjoy these events. Besides, I wasn't going to come originally, couldn't afford a ticket. Then a nice pony came to the store yesterday, and gave me one." She replied, speaking far too fast, then sneezing at the end. Covering the serving pony, with confetti.
For a moment she thought he would get angry, his suit covered with streamers. She was just about to apologise, when he burst into laughter. "Boy have I met someone new today, name's Silent Hoof. but, you can call me Si." He held out a hoof for Pinkie to shake.
She took in readily, shaking him up and down, "Pinkie Pie, but you can call me Pinkie."
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At the other end of the stadium, Rainbow, Applejack, Twilight, Rarity, and Fluttershy, were all trying to find their seats. Unlike the posh box, there wasn't an attendant to guide them personally and there were a lot of ponies trying to get about. The constant pushing and shoving did nothing to help Rainbow's surly demeanor. Eventually they found their seats.
Rarity tried to help her calm down. "Come on Rainbow, there's no need to be so worked up."
Rainbow harrumphed, crossing her arms and looked away.
"She's right sugar cube, so what if Pinkie got a ticket from Soarin?" reassured Applejack.
"You girls wouldn't understand!" Rainbow said standing up, "I'm going to go get some refreshments."
"Already? The derby isn't going to start for another hour or so. I was expecting you to tell me all about the Wnderbolts." said Twilight.
"Oh, erm, I'm sure she can talk when she gets back." Squeeked Fluttershy, standing up for Rainbow. If her friend wanted to have some time alone. she should have it.
Rainbow flew up over them, giving Fluttershy a smile as she left, they had been friends since flight school and they were always there for each other. She flew to the inside of the stadium, disrupting several ponies laden with snacks already, a quick sorry emitted from her lips as she went past. The stadiums interior was hot and thick with the scent of sweat, various ponies squashed into the space as they queued for refreshments. The start was a while off yet, but ponies were determined to be prepared.
She headed past all of this to her actual destination, a small balcony that served as a Pegasus entrance, ensuring she had her ticket with her she took off.