Scootaloo nervously stood outside of Diamond Tiara’s mansion as she waited for somepony to answer her knock. Even though she and her friends had made up with Diamond Tiara, she couldn’t help but be nervous about the party. Diamond Tiara had always been a popular pony, even if her popularity had come as a result of her bullying in elementary school.
“Welcome,” said the butler as he opened the door, “the party is this way if you will please follow me.”
After many twists and turns and left turns and right turns, Scootaloo finally found herself at the party. And boy what a party it was. The expensive hardwood floor had been converted to a dance floor, an amazing disco ball hung from the ceiling, and Diamond Tiara had even managed to hire a DJ for the party. The black lights and colorful lasers even added to the clubbish atmosphere of the party.
“Scootaloo, you made it!” squealed Diamond Tiara as soon as she spotted the orange pegasus. Soon, the two were chatting over near the food tables as they watched other ponies dance. “Do you think the party is good?” she asked with a worried look on her face. “I’m not sure if there are enough backlights.”
“Really?!” said Scootaloo with a shocked expression, “I think it looks amazing! You really outdid yourself.”
“Thanks, Silver Spoon really helped conjure up the club theme and somehow Pinkie Pie had a disco ball. Getting a DJ was a little tough but I managed to find one,” explained Diamond Tiara. “I invited all my friends as well as a few older colts and fillies. Any cute pony in the hallway got an invitation.”
“Wait, you invited all cute colts and fillies?” asked Scootaloo. I wonder if she accidentally invited Hurricane Force, I mean, Mr. Kane, she thought to herself, he's pretty cute.
“Yup, all cute colts and fillies,” Diamond Tiara in a sing-sonny voice. “Would you like a drink,” she asked as she ladled one for herself. “I actually managed to get cider from Daddy’s store.”
Hesitating, Scootaloo had a momentart inner conflict as her shoulder angels argued.
”You’ve never had cider before, one glass can’t hurt,” said the little red guy with bat wings. “But my dear, you’ve never had cider before, remeber what happened to your mother,” argued the haloed unicorn. “Come on, you know you want it” “Remember what happened to your mom” Stop it, I can decide for myself! Scootaloo angrily yelled at the angels, making them poof out of existence.
“Sure, I’ll have some. Have you had any yet?” asked Scootaloo as she accepted her glass.
“Of course,” tittered Diamond Tiara, “everypony has. It’s soo good. Like, apple juice but ten times better!”
Scootaloo slowly brought her drink to her lips before taking a short swig. The cider hit her pallet with a rush of apple. It was tasted just like Diamond Tiara said. She swallowed and flinched as her throat momentarily burned.
“Oh, I forgot about the burn,” apologized Diamond Tiara. “After your next couple of drinks though, it will go away.”
“If you say so,” said Scootaloo with a shrug as she finished her drink. “That is actually pretty good,” she said as she hiccuped. “I think I’ll have some more.”
“I thought you would. I’ve already had a couple of glasses,” said Diamond Tiara in a slightly slurred voice. “Well, I better get going, Spoony and the Dance floor are calling my name.”
Soon, Scootaloo found herself on the dance floor as well just with her old “coltfriend.”
“Who’s a pretty pony,” he asked her with a slurred voice as they wiggled up against each other.
“I am,” she answered with a hiccup, gazing into his face with a loopy grin on her face.
“Nope,” he said as he stared across the room with bug eyes, “Diamond Tiara’s a pretty pony. Your’e a pig.”
Even in her drunk state, Scootaloo’s mind still reeled in shock. “Huh,” she asked, hoping to confirm what she heard wasn’t true.
“Yup,” he sighed, glancing at her with unfocused eyes, “you’re a big, fat pig. I don’t even know why I -hic- considered dating you. You’re mom’s a stuck up Wonderbolt with a -hic- rainbow mane. It’s a wonder she even married a stallion. I -hic- for the the longest time thought she was a filly fooler.”
“You can’t say that about my mom. She’s the best you could ever ask for. Maybe you should go dance with Diamond Tiara instead of me. But wait, you don’t like filly fooler! Did you forget she’s dating Silver Spoon ya big lug?!” yelled Scootaloo in a slurred, drunk addled mind.
“I was wrong!” yelled the colt back. “You’re not a big, fat pig, you’re nothing but a bucking bi-mmph” his obscenity yelling was stopped by the well placed hoof of Diamond Tiara’s butler.
“I believe this young sir is drunk. I will remove him until he regains his senses,” he said as the led the colt out of the room. “Thought that may be a while,” he added under his breath.
“Scootaloo, are you okay,” asked a slightly intoxicated Mr. Kane who had come up beside her.
“Okay? Okay? I don’t even know the meaning of okay anymore,” Scootaloo said as she struggled with tears. “Can you just bring me another glass of cider?” she said, swallowing away her remaining feelings.
“No problem, we can be palls tonight. Me and you, you and me,” he said as the pair walked over to the drink stand. “Wanna do a drinking contest?” he asked as they both finished two glasses of cider.
“Sure, sounds like fun,” agreed Scootaloo with a giggle.
After downing an uncountable number of shots, Scootaloo and Kane, as Mr. Kane instructed Scootaloo to call him, were lounging on a conveniently placed sofa in a quieter hallway.
“Ya -hic- know, you’re actually a very pretty mare,” Kane slurred as he traced her face with his hoof. “That colt was a fool to call you a pig. All I see is a slim young mare with beautiful wings.”
“Really?” Scootaloo asked breathlessly.
“Mhm,” he said, confirming his words with a kiss.
At first it was just a little peck on the lips, but as the alcohol in the pairs blood took over, it became more sloppy.
“Oh Kane, you really are a -hic- handsome stallion,” said Scootaloo as they finished.
“And I believe it is time for you to go home young lady,” said a voice from behind him.
“Oh, a, hi Mr. Butler, how are you?” giggled Scootaloo as the pair turned around.
“I am completely sane, whilst you two are extremely intoxicated. “I will be leading you home Miss Scootaloo, and Mr. Kane, I strongly advise you to get home. I believe you have a class to teach tomorrow morning,” the butler said with a disapproving stare.
After a long struggle, Diamond Tiara’s butler managed to get Scootaloo home. Although having to carry her in his telekineses because she had passed out had not been fun.
“Mrs. Dash,” he called as soon as he reached her home, “I come with your daughter.”
“Hm,” she said sticking her head out of the front door. “Oh you brought Scootaloo-” seeing her passes out daughter in the butlers grasp caused her to pause for a moment, “home. What happened?” she down as she raced down from her cloudy home.
“I am afraid your daughter made some unwise decisions tonight as Miss Tiara’s party. She drank too much cider, became inebriated, and needed a proper escort home. Not the stallion she was making out with,” explained the stallion.
“Making out with!” yelled Rainbow Dash. “What do you mean?!”
“Oh, nothing more than kissing I assure you. I found them before they went any further and removed Miss Scootaloo from the situation. I’m sure she’s love to tell you more after she wakes up. That is, what she remember.”
“Thank you so much,” said Rainbow Dash in a strained voice as she took her daughter. “She will have a lot of explaining to do. A lot of explaining in deed.”