...soon, the three girls made their way across the lot to Rainbow Dash's car.
All of this... reflected in the glossy blue eyes of Pinkie Pie... the same sapphires that had seen Applejack and Rainbow Dash returning from their walk... or Rarity's and Fluttershy's hands folded together.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
Pinkie Pie sniffled, leaning against a window frame inside the mostly-emptied Sugarcube Corner. She sighed, fogging the glass between herself and the three couples retiring for the night.
"Jee whizz..." She mewled, melancholic and melodic all the same. A pair of knuckles squished her pale pink cheeks together. "It sure must be super swell having a special somebody to spend chillytimes with..."
The bell above the front door jingled just then.
"Well then..."
"???" Pinkie spun around in a fuchsia blur.
A young man stood in the entrance, undoing his hood while gripping a guitar case. "...better stop relying on the heat so much."
"Duaaaaaaah!" Pinkie beamed explosively. "Why... Fluff-Stealer!!!"
"H-hey there, Pinks." Flash Sentry stepped in, shaking the frost out of his blue hair with a bashful expression. "Sorry I'm late. Boss wouldn't let me go...."
"I'll show you who's late!" Pinkie sprinted across the tile. "Wuh-oh—!" She suddenly locked in place, eyes derping as her clockwork body lurched spastically towards him in mechanical robot jerking motions. "Error! In! Loading! Flash! Page!"
"Goshdarnit, Pinkie!" Flash laughed, almost dropping his guitar case. "How many times do I have to tell you?! I'm not Newgrounds!"
"No!" She raspberried, then smiled. "But you sure help me break 'em!"
"Just hug me already—"
"Wakka-wakka-wakka!" She pounced on him, limbs ensnaring. "Mmmmm—!" She suddenly "chewed" on his exposed wrist. "Grrnnnngh—Get it?!" She lifted her face, smiling dumbly at him as she pointed at the fresh teeth marks. "Yellow! Like a Pac-Pellet!"
"Rrgh... yeah... uh huh..." Flash struggled to carry both her and the guitar case. "...ease up on the Gummy snacks, will ya?"
"Whoopsies!" Pinkie leapt clean off, landing straight like an apologetic chess figure. "Wuh oh! I awmost bwoke da Sentwiiie!"
"Hey, no pink, no gain." Flash shrugged, marching over towards a table. "Soooo... did I miss everything?"
"Yup!" Pinkie skipped over to the front door, locked it, and swiveled the dangling "Close" sign around. "Turns out we didn't need an emergency impromptu guitar solo anyways!"
"Awwww..." Flash sighed. "Guess it's my lot in life to be useless... even as backup."
"Pffft!" Pinkie bounced and bounced and bounced over to join him at a lone booth. "Not to me, you're not!"
"So... it went well, I take it?"
"Yup yup yupperoonies!" Pinkie nod-nod-nodded. "Operation Sci-Set-Sparkle-Shimmer..." She charaded two airplanes flying into one another. "Nyeeeeeeurrrhhh—BOOM! We done MKUltra'd them together!" She burped a bassline out the side of her mouth. "Lovealityyyyyyy!"
"Well... cool beans!" Flash opened his case and pulled his guitar out. "Then that just leaves you here to sample my latest song..."
"Pfffft..." Pinkie rolled her eyes. "Get with the program, Flash! You missed the oneshot by about a gazillion paragraphs—"
He smirked. "It's a song written by a person who's very near and dear to my heart." Chords lit the room, reverberating playfully. "Pinkamena Diane Pie."
"DUAAAAAAH!" Pinkie pivoted towards him at thirty sharp degrees, and all of them laced with smiles. "You wrote a melody to my lyrics?!"
"Maybe I did..." He upturned his nose. "...unless it's too late in the evening for some silly ballads."
Pinkie Pie frog-leapt up and squatted—THWUMP—directly in front of him on the table. "Serenaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade meeeeeeeeee!"
"Uhhhh... sure thing...!" Flash cleared his throat, avoided looking at the area of her skirt, and began strumming more chords. "Mmmmmm... this one's called 'A Song of Icing and Fruit Snacks.'"
"Heeeeeeeee..." Pinkie cupped her chin on two hands, rocking back and forth with anticipation. "I can't wait! I can't wait! Move over, NSP!"
"And it goes a little something like th—" Suddenly Flash's body locked up as his eyes derped. "Uh! Oh!" He jerked in place with mechanical robot motions. "Error! Loading! M! P! 3! FILE!"
"Noooooooo!" Pinkie leaned forward and playfully "pummeled" his shoulder with little pink fists. "Refresh! Refresh! Refresh! You Dumb-Point-Oh jerk!"
"Hahahahaha!" Flash cracked up.
"Here..." She grabbed his hoodie's collar and leaned in, eyebrows wagging. "...let's upload a patch shall we?"
The two kissed on the lips.
As they teetered over—guitar and all—Pinkie randomly kicked her leg out, tilting an invisible camera upwards so that it panned tactfully to the stars.