Twilight sparkle awoke her head pounding like a pony was giving straight, rhythmic kicks to her temples, the pain reverberating around in her skull like too loud of music. She got up, and immediately shot to the bathroom, and regurgitated the cupcakes into the toilet. She was in immense pain, her throat burning, her head pounding, and her thoughts were slightly cloudy for some time afterwards. If only she'd known this is what alcohol did to you afterwards! She'd have never drank that accursed alcohol if she'd known this was her fate after consuming it! Her mind was clear, but under pressure, like some pony was standing upon her head, applying steady pressure to her skull and brain. "Oooooh.... Sp-Spik--" she threw up again, the sensation burning her throat as the alcohol forced itself out of her body, sending up partly digested cupcakes up with it.
Spike came in and saw Twilight crouched over the toilet in immense pain her face having drool spilling from it as she threw up everything that she’d had the previous day, "Twi'! Are you okay?!" he asked with great amounts of concern in his voice. "W-What's wrong?! A-Are you sick or something?!" Spike's tone was frantic; he was now pacing around in circles in the white tiled, newly cleaned bathroom, which was now ruined with spots of regurgitated hay fries, daffodil sandwiches and cupcakes. Twilight threw up again, and nodded at Spike, signifying she was okay, but in quite a bit of pain from the stomach acid and alcohol that she was throwing up. But the way she was throwing up was concerning Spike even more, her friend in pain in front of the toilet puking brought a sadness over him. "Are you sure you're okay? You look sick as a dog!" Spike hadn't known where that expression had come from, but he’d used it anyways.
“I'm fine... I’m absolutely--” she turned her head and puked again, “J-just f-find me the book...” She kept throwing up, she could barely complete a thought without her body rejecting what was in it, and expelling it from out her muzzle. "The book, 'Effects of Alcohol Poisoning'..." she turned and threw up into the toilet again, flushing it and puking once more. Her eyes were wracked with pain, her body twitching slightly; she was in more pain than before, but couldn't give up on alcohol. She'd figured out she'd become addicted to the sweet liquid, but she didn't care. It's an acquired feeling I suppose, drink more and it'll eventually go away... she thought to herself, throwing up again, the constant gag and puking patterns starting to hurt her throat.
Downstairs Spike frantically threw books all over the place looking for the book Twilight mentioned. "You're friend Alcohol, no... My buddy Beer, no... Alcohol, nature's love juice, no! Ugh! Where is it!” Owlowiscious Swooped down with the book, having found it with ease. "Show off..." Spike muttered running the book upstairs to the still sickly looking, and puking, Twilight Sparkle. She looked horrible, even more so than she had before, her mane encrusted with vomit, and her eyes were in agonizing pain. She had nothing left to throw up, but the Alcohol in her body was still causing her to dry heave, Spike could see the pain radiate through her eyes. "Uhhh... Here's the book you wanted. I’m not sure exactly why you wanted it, but here it is anyways." He said taking a step back from her, trying to not crowd her as she took the book.
Twilight smiled, "T-Thank you..." she said letting out another loud bellow of a dry heave, and then opened the book. ‘Alcohol poisoning; a serious poisoning that attacks the stomach and nerves, evntually causing death if not purged from the body.’ Twilight's eyes constricted, and she dry heaved again she let out a small scream. "Spike! This book says I'll die if I don't purge the alcohol! WHAT DO I DO!" Twilight's fright made her cut a few words from her speech, "WHAT DO, WHAT DO, WHAT DO!" she screamed, making almost absolutely no sense what-so-ever.
"Uhhh... Errr... Twi’?"
"I'M GOING TO DIE! OH PLEASE SAY IT AIN'T SO! THE WORLD I'VE COME TO LOVE! I JUST CAN’T LEAVE IT NOW!"
"Twilight..."
"ALL MY FRIENDS! THEY'LL ALL BE CRYING AND LOST WITHOUT ME! WHY ME!”
"Twilight..."
"THEY'LL CLOSE DOWN THE LIBRARY! ALL THESE BOOKS WILL GO TO WASTE! THEIR KNOWLEDGE NO LONGER THRUSTING ITSELF UPON THE WORLD! AND KNOWLEDGE OF THE PAST MAY BE LOST FOREVER!"
"TWILIGHT! DAMN IT YOU AREN'T GOING TO DIE!" Spike finally snapped at the pathetic looking bawling mare.
Twilight looked at him holding back the dry heaves, "I-I'm not? How can you be so sure?" she inquired of him pathetically.
"I found it in this book, one called ‘Alcohol Related Sicknesses’; it says here that what you’re experiencing right now is something called a 'hangover.' Something you get by drinking too much at one time. It's common and every pony gets one after getting piss drunk, and you didn’t just get piss drunk, you just about got as hammered as you can get without dying. But Twi' don't you ever drink like that again! It's not healthy for you. Okay Twilight? I should’ve stopped you, but I was happy that you were finally branching out into something new, but you kind of took it a little far there… Like that incident with a certain energy drink. That ‘encounter’ with Rainbow Dash and the Red Pegasus?" Spike's words were sincere except for the last part that was trying to make Twilight feel guilty that something like this had in fact happened before, when a sudden knock at the door snapped him from his cheering Twilight up. "Oh, uh, I'll get it, here read up. It says there's a remedy to make you feel better and tame the dry heaves and all." Spike gave Twilight the book and proceeded downstairs into the library itself.
He opened the door to reveal Rob, a stallion that had just come into town a while ago. "Beat it, library's closed today." Spike said, unamused, being taken away from his one chance to really impress Twilight, making his attitude become bitter.
"Ex... Excuse me?" Rob stood in the doorway dumbfounded, his eyes crossing in confusion. "I just needed to check out some books you know... This new job and all..." he finally managed to mutter, as Spike just mocked his words with his hands.
Spike sighed, "You know what? Unless you wanna see a sad, pathetic mare with a hangover spew her internal organs out into a large white porcelain toilet be my freakin' guest pal." Spike's words were mean, and they got to Rob.
Rob moved back shocked on how he was getting spoken to by the baby dragon, "That's certainly... a vivid... image..." He sat down slightly confused still. “Okay look, can I just check out the damn book so we can both get on with our lives?” he said impatiently to the baby dragon. Big Macintosh was accompanying Rob, but not really saying a whole lot about what was going on.
Spike stared at him, "Hmmmm... Yeah, nope, now get outta here before I pop you for talkin' to me like that! Now scram, get outta here!" he replied, trying to be intimidating, and it obviously wasn't working for him too well.
Big Macintosh finally decided to speak, but what he said didn’t alleviate any aspect of the situation whatsoever, “Ya’ just got dissed by a little baby dragon, that must really hurt ya’ pride huh Rob?” he said as Rob shot an angered look to Big Macintosh, as he stopped smiling and coughed nervously.
Rob stood up now, his body language speaking that he was getting extremely annoyed with Spike. "Dude, what the hay is your goddamn problem! I just want to check out a book so I can do my job!" He screamed at the Baby dragon, "You know what, forget it, but this ain't through little man, not by a bucking longshot. You best sleep with one eye open you little runt, or I’ll get ya’ while ya’ sleep." He started to walk off when Spike, enraged, threw a cupcake landing right on the side of his head. He turned around and wiped the cupcakes and frosting off his face. His look sternly pierced into Spike's soul, scaring him slightly. He turned and left muttering to himself, "Who throws a cupcake... Honestly..." He then turned to see Big Macintosh laughing at him and said, “Oh shut up you big oaf…” as he disappeared into the morning light.
Spike closed the door, and shuddered at the icy stare of that stallion, he could feel the remnants still peering into his soul stealing his very security with himself. He shrugged it off and returned upstairs, Twilight up and around already feeling better. "Wow Spike, that recipe really did the trick! I feel just fine now, better than before actually, by the way... Who was that at the door?" Twilight inquired cleaning the bathroom and running a bath to clean all of the vomit and saliva out of her coat and mane up. Spike just rubbed his "Spike, I'm still waiting for an answer you know?" she said dusting behind the toilet, trying to make the room as clean as possible.
Spike raspberried, "Just that new stallion, Rob, or whatever..." he said with an unamused and uncaring tone.
As he said that Twilight's eyes opened wide and she blushed slightly. "He was here? Why'd he leave though? He told me he'd come back, but I didn't expect him today." Twilight put down the duster she was levitating. "Spike, tell me. Why did he leave? If he was coming to check out a book, I would've heard the stamper." Twilight's face grew restless, "Spike... What did you do to him?" she asked Spike casually, but with a stern tone that made him shiver.
"Uh... Well... Funny story about that! You know... He... Uhhh… Had someplace to be! Yeah, that's it! And he had to leave in a major hurry and didn’t have any time to chat!" Spike's tone always changed when he was lying, and Twilight knew that he was lying. “W-well, that’s my story and I’m… St-sticking to it?” Spike said as he let out a small nervous chuckle, making Twilight deadpan her little violet scaled friend.
Twilight hardened her gaze, "Spike, you will stop lying to me this young man! That is not how mature folk do things! You will tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth; and you're going to do it right now!" Twilight's voice echoed in the bedroom, giving Spike an uneasy feeling.
"I-I threw a cupcake at him!" Spike cowered from the now enraged Twilight.
"YOU DID WHAT!? WHY THE HAY DID YOU DO THAT?! Wait... I thought that we ate all of the cupcakes..." Twilight's anger was washed out by her confusion. "Hmmm...." Twilight sat scratching her head with her hoof.
Spike confessed, "I… may have hid one or two... or... like seven..." He smiled awkwardly at Twilight hoping she, in her lapse of anger and attention, had forgotten what he'd just confessed to.
Twilight rolled her eyes, "Spike, please, please, please don't anger Rob... I... I like it when he comes around." Twilight said slightly blushing thinking about the stallion. "J-Just... Don't ruin this for me Spike... I've never really felt... attracted to any pony before, so this feeling is new... And since he's new here, he hasn't been chased off by my eggheadedness... well, yet I suppose…" Twilight lowered her head, blushing, still thinking of the new stallion and his thick muscular body, his beautiful eyes, and his excellent personality. Twilight hadn't really noticed just how she felt about this stallion until his return today, she'd thought of him, one time during something she's not particularly proud of though...
Spike faked an exaggerated gag, "You seriously can't like that arrogant stallion! He's from Stalliongrad, that makes him trouble Twilight! I couldn't ever let him hurt you." Spike said thinking his words would calm Twilight knowing he thought of her; but no. This made Twilight just as worked up and angered as before, actually, a slight bit more than before.
"Oh, so he's trouble by comparison?! Spike, you know that you just can't judge ponies like that! You barely even know him anyways! Why do you think he's sooooo bad huh?" Twilight squinted her eyes angrily at Spike, "Spike, I'm sorry, but you're really getting out of hoof nowadays. Ever since he showed up that one day, you've been nothing but a spoiled little brat! Well no more Spike! You are a baby dragon yes, but you need to learn to grow up!" Twilight was infuriated at Spike, "Ugh! Spike, I'm going out for a walk and some fresh air..." Twilight said grabbing her saddlebags, "Now can you just try not to screw anything else up while I’m gone..." with that Twilight went out the door, she wasn't going for some fresh air, she was going to buy more alcohol. With it she felt happy, like there was no more pain in her life. She needed the alcohol, she thrived for it. Even just after getting over a massive hangover, she felt compelled to drink more now! She even thought of buying mass quantities to have stored at the library, for whenever life gave her a little too much stress.
She made her way through town to the liquor store, and looked around so that no pony that knew her would see her enter. After making sure no pony she knew was looking, she slipped inside the doors, showing her I.D. right off this time, and moving over to the counter. Bon-Bon and Heartstring, which they nick-named Lyra, were at the counter buying wine, it seemed they went through a bottle a day. But compared to Twilight's alcohol consumption, a bottle of wine was absolutely nothing. The two left the counter leaving it free, as Twilight approached it. The familiar face of the cashier emanated a smile on her face, even though she barely knew him.
"So, what brings you back today?" he asked in a soft calm voice. Looking at the mare, he could tell she'd just gotten over a hangover, and was still pretty shaken up about the whole ordeal. He chuckled slightly, "We warned you that stuff was strong, how much of the can or bottle did you finish before you stopped?" he asked her calmly.
Twilight looked up at him and softly replied, "All of them..." a chuckle coming from the stallion behind the counter.
"You managed to finish a whole can? I’d have never thought I’d see the day." He said with a chuckle.
Twilight blushed, "I managed to finish a whole case... Well two to be exact... And the little bottle of whiskey..." she pawed the ground slightly looking up to the shocked cashier. She knew that he didn't believe her. But that didn’t matter, all she wanted was the alcohol, the one thing that brought meaning to her life, if only a temporary feeling of security; she liked it nonetheless.
The cashier snapped out of it finally, "Err, sorry, how many cases did you want today?" he asked her.
Twilight looked him right in the eyes, "Ten cases... bottles and cans. Not combined, ten cases of each." Twilight had a stern look in her eyes. She was determined to get as much as she could, "Actually make that all bottles. It tastes a lot better coming from the bottle because the alcohol isn't reacting with the aluminum in the cans."
The stallion's jaw dropped, "What can one mare do with all that alcohol?" he asked Twilight seriously.
Twilight looked at him, the same look in her eyes and sighed, "I'm going to drink to my little lonely heart's content. Drown out my sorrows with the warm embrace from a cold bottle." She replied seriously, shocking the stallion ever more.
"That comes out to be three hundred bits though! No pony ever to come in here has had an order this large! We've never even got an order this big for a party! Are you sure that you can pay for it?" he asked her, his eyes for an odd reason widened
Twilight nodded, jingling her saddlebags around, the jingling of coin filled the room. "Deliver it to the library, here are the bits. I counted them precisely. Just send the saddlebags back with the delivery." Twilight walked out of the store, satisfied.
Twilight spotted Rob, looking around, when he spotted Twilight. He trotted over slowly; Twilight could tell he was wet, and cold by the way he was shivering. "Rob! What happened to you?" She asked, looking at him while he shivered slightly.
Rob looked up at Twilight, "Your little dragon friend soaked me with water... I knocked on the door to get that book, hoping you were feeling better, and I brought you some flowers... But they all got washed away when that little dragon shot me with the water... Now if you want them, you can probably fetch them somewhere from the sewer pipes…" He was shivering quite a bit now, "Anyways, just thought you should know. And I’m gl-glad that you're f-feeling b-better," the cold air made him start to stutter.
Twilight helped him up, "Okay come on, you're coming back with me. I just can't leave you out in the cold like this. It’s immoral and wrong of me to deny any pony that needs help, now come on." She said starting to direct him with her towards the library. They approached the door, Twilight noticed the door was locked. "Ugh, I must've forgotten my key inside." she knocked on the door, and waited for an answer. A minute later the door swung open, and Twilight was ambushed with a cold pail of water to her body. Her eyes consticted, and squinted, they could almost see the steam she was creating, and she was blushing immensely, having been completely embarrassed like that, she screamed with a loud a noticeable bellow, "SSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" she yelled angrily, her voice carrying over and echoing throughout all of Ponyville.
The baby dragon gulped nervously, "Whoops...."