"You're awkward on your hooves, no, follow my lead, dude, like this" Vinyl commanded me as she attempted to dance with me. If this was the Internet, I would've said, 'Bitch, please, you couldn't dance human', but it's not, so I have act nice. "Stay here, I need to change the song." Vinyl then left me standing in the middle of the ground. I noticed Twilight dancing with her friends, but she wasn't the object of interest. It was Spike. And he wasn't there. I don't think Spike gets invited to much, anyway. Poor guy, oh wait, he's like eight. I seem to remember him having cider once before, a reeeeeeeally long time ago. Like, not long after I first got here. I think Twilight just sometimes forgets to invite him. I saw a flash of color, then I saw Rainbow Dash, clearly drunk out of her mind, bowling over nearby ponies to get more cider. I calmly sidestepped to avoid her. What's with cider over here? Don't they have more than one alcoholic drink? Surely apples can't be the ONLY thing they've tried. Vinyl and Rainbow Stumble over there will have a field day if I ever leave them alone in a liquor store or bar. I hope they don't ask me fo- Oof! I fell over, something crashing into from behind. I looked behind me, to find Derpy.
"Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to do that, just tripped. Hey! I know you! You're Blaze Neon, the weird fleshy thing that evolved from monkeys! Can I go with you? When you go back to Mars?" Derpy said over the music, only loud enough for me to hear.
"No. Aside from the extreme inaccuracy in all of those facts, I just want it to be me and Vinyl for now. Though I suppose I owe you for that one time, with the battery. Tell you what, I will bring you there one day, but just not this week," I replied. Huh, any other day I would have just told her to sod off, like Hawke told the magistracy. But conditions have changed, so I guess Earth is safer now that the loud, arrogant part of humanity has shut up. Vinyl went back up to me, and said,
"Hey." She then went back to trying to dance with me. Although at this point I stopped trying to dance, and she looked like she was raving. "You know how bad the image for humans are right now?"
"Not really," I replied.
"Well, what most ponies believe is that the ones we saw were just the means one, and the rest are like you. I'd like to know if this is true."
"I... it... somewhat. Very few are like me, but I suppose I've been unfairly misanthropic lately. In fact the only reason the humans attacked us is because their arrogant leaders told them to, and they don't consider ponies to be capable of self-awareness. When humans fight each other, many bullets are fired, but very few ever do anything. They're afraid to kill their own species, and another reason why they were so willing to attack us is because we have ponies on Earth, but they just don't think on the same level as humans. There's even a phrase that is about being so hungry, they could eat a horse. Their lives are worthless compared to humans."
"Wait wait wait, you have ponies on Earth? I wonder if they know Equestria."
"Earth shares a lot of animals with this planet, but you have to remember something, humans are considered the only intelligent species on it. And as for ponies, I can bring you to a zoo sometime, but they don't look anything like the ponies here."
"Zoo? They're treated like animals?"
"You're missing the point, the ponies on Earth and here are very different. Here, they can talk and do magic. There, they just stand around and smell."
"Oh. So, do you have any plans after this?"
"Oh, you'll see."
"Sounds awesome, I'm gonna hit the cider, want any?"
"No, it's getting fairly late. I should start heading to bed."
"Already? Don't be such a party pooper, you'll like the cider." I've had cider before, the sweet kind, without alcohol. It was okay, I didn't care for it. Though I suppose I should trust Vinyl on this.
"Fine, I'll try some."
"Awesome, it's this way dude." Vinyl then walked around groups, while I followed her close behind. As we got near the wall, I could spot a long table, filled with various snacks, cakes, cupcakes, and bowls of liquid. Many of them appeared to be made by Pinkie pie. I've always wondered how they make cakes when they don't have hands. Vinyl got two glasses with her magic, dipped them in the cider bowl, and handed one to me.
"Where's the emergency induction port?"
"Huh?"
"Oh wait, found it." I levitated the emergency induction port off the table and into my drink.
"That's a straw, Neon..."
"Emergency induction port."
"Uh, okay then. Have fun with that induction straw." Vinyl then lifted the glass up, and gulped it down in one swig. I sipped on mine through the straw. Vinyl already looked tipsy, she couldn't stand still. As for the cider, it was okay. It tingled on my tongue and tasted sweet, kind of like a soda. Vinyl got another drink, and again, she drank all of it in one go. I wonder how she does that. She was clearly drunk, she wobbled more than a top spun by an armless man. "Heeeey, Neon, could you put more of the stuff where the thing where stuff goes in."
"You seem to be drunk eno-" I stopped talking once I noticed that she just ran somewhere into the crowd. If only I cared enough to actually do something. Eh, at this point she's probably gotten drunk many times. With the lack of religion here, alcoholism isn't as bad, not only that, it seems that the study of magic and science seem to rule out as the advancing factor. It's almost like Rapture, no religion, no government, just education for the future. I suppose there's more to this world than I thought. And maybe more than that. Dark secrets. Forbidden knowledge. Magic can be considered power here, and some will deem certain power to much, and locked up. And I want to know what those secrets are. Every person has a secret, it's what you do with is what matters. Though I have no intention of turning evil, that doesn't mean I follow the law. There's different, 'alignments', if you will. It's a grid with lawful, neutral, and chaotic on one side, then good, neutral, and evil on the other. An example of lawful good would be Twilight, always on the morally right side of things. A true neutral person would be a pony that has no side, such as Derpy. Chaotic evil would be Discord, then neutral evil Trixe, then lawful evil Chrysalis.
Do you see where I'm going with this? Despite what everyone else does, I classify people into these moral standpoints. I personally are chaotic good, which means I will go against the law to do what's right. And learning these secrets could help me save others. Like in that fight with a griffon. I only won because Luna was there. She gave hope and spirit. What would happen if I lost and Luna wasn't there? I would dead, and the griffins wouldn't have slowed the humans down enough to force them back. We would all be dead. Same thing with a lot of all my battles, I have to rely on others to help. And I can't have that. Too much of a liability. While I plan to learn about the more powerful branches of magic, it won't be today. For now, I have no one to fight or protect. But if I don't get stronger, ponies will die. And I know Celestia won't see this the same way as me. What happens if I get beat? And there were ponies I was protecting? Celestia and her blindness will cost her. She had to have made mistakes before, and I bet she just covered them.
Maybe I'm just overthinking this. I will admit I'm skeptical of Celestia, but I'm not sure on how far I will go. Such questions cannot be answered in one night. I then realized that I've been standing here for a while, deep in thought. The crowd looked thinner. The population for this event reduced numbers by a modifier of about twenty percent. And that percentage quickly rose, I could see groups of ponies regularly leaving the town hall. This party must be coming to a close. Good, my ears have taken enough abuse from the ground-shaking wubs that have been blaring through the speakers. That reminds me, where did Vinyl runoff to? As I turn to look for her, she appears out of nowhere and kisses me. I push her off from the sudden embrace, and ask,
"I'm getting rather tired, now would be a good time to head to your place, since others are leaving, also."
"Maaaan, you-you're like, a party pooper man, it's like... obhhh," Vinyl replied. She then grew a devious grin. "I get it, sexy bed things, I never knew you were like dat."
"I assure you none of what you're thinking is going to happen. And I'm not 'like dat', as you might think. Are you even going to remember any of this tomorrow?"
"Heeeeey, remember that one time I took photos of you when you were sleeping? Duuuude, you were like, cute and stuff.... *Belch*. I think that Flutters said something about saying you looked like you needed a hug when sleeping..." Okay, that's just creepy. And somewhat doubtful. I think it's more of something she wanted to do, but never did. Though that won't stop from me asking her about it when she's not drunk out of her mind. Vinyl then dropped to the floor, a smile plastered to face, and her tongue sticking out. Her hair was a wild mess, and her glasses were awkwardly positioned over her face. If this were a story that an English teacher was using as an example as figurative language, the teacher would say something like, 'By mentioning of the glasses and their location, the author was implying that Vinyl has changed for the worst, and her life is in disarray.' but what it really means is, 'She was fucking drunk.'
No, I never really did like English as a kid. But back to dragging Vinyl out of here. My abilities of levitation are better than they were, but I don't think I could lift Vinyl yet. I looked around for Twilight, who I was hoping would teleport us to Vinyl's house. The crowd had thinned out considerably, but Pinkie was still dancing her flank off in the middle of the room. After a few more moments of searching, I found Twilight talking to Rarity, or more like having a monologue. Rarity didn't speak, and seemed wholly uninterested. I could find Twilight so easily because Rarity was clearly the brightest pony here, she wore a dress that glowed in purple and white. Because of that, she stood out from all the other ponies here. As I walked up to them, dragging a passed-out Vinyl on the floor with me, I heard Twilight's conversation.
"Can you believe that? All those clothes you make can be made perfectly and many times over very cheaply with machines that the humans have made!" Huh, so it seems Rarity must not want to listen to Twilight because she's upset all her hard work can be beaten by the press of a button, but Rarity wasn't rude enough to just leave Twilight. People have to remember something, in the end, technology will always win. I tapped on Twilight's shoulder, interrupting her sentence.
"Yo, can you teleport us to her house. Oh, and make sure to tell Rarity about the large amount of culture and different style clothes have popped up because of technology," I asked Twilight. I don't want Rarity hate technology, so I'll have Twilight tell her about something good that Rarity would like.
"Oh, yeah, Rarity, you'll love this, did you know that this whole party is based on a subculture that originated from a global digital world. It's called cyberpunk, or something like that. Am I right, Neon?"
"Close enough, now, the teleport."
"Oh yeah, sorry." Twilight's horn glowed its soft purple, and I flashed out of the party, and into a dark living room. Based on the size, I can tell this is Vinyl's living room. Strange, I didn't know that these lights could even turn off. I expelled a steady amount of magic through my horn, just enough to dimly light the place up. As I looked over at Vinyl, who was still passed-out by my hooves, the one adjective I could describe her with, would be cute. Maybe it was the way her tongue stuck out, or her messed up hair, but she did look cute like that. Since I was in the living room, her bed would be up a flight of stairs. Yeah, no, cute or not, I'm not dragging her upstairs. I lifted her up using a combination of my arms and magic, and threw her on the nearest couch. She slept through it all, not a single hint of her even remotely waking up. She then unconsciously repositioned herself and yawned. The act made me realize that I was tired also, too tired to crawl up the stairs. I trudged over to another couch, laid down, and closed my eyes. All thought ceased as soon as my eyes closed.