Author's Note: I am back my faithful readers. Sorry but I ran into a little block with this chapter. Anywayz I am back and ready to continue. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Its fine if you don't because you can expect many more to be coming soon. Editted by Rampage.
[ Bass's P.O.V. ]
I danced for what felt like a few minutes until I grew thirsty. I looked towards the punch bowl and ran over there.
Standing there was Rage, who looked rather bored at the party. Well probably I can change that.
I approached Rage with a small grin. "Hello Rage," I greet happily.
Rage shakes his head. Oops. He must have been thinking about something. He turned his eyes toward me. He then decided to ask me,"Are you Martial Art's new student?"
That seems like a weird icebreaker. Answering it though couldn't hurt me. "Yes," I reply proudly.
"I thought so. How you fought in the tournament proved as much," Rage responded promptly.
"Really?" I inquired surprised.
"Yeah. It was pretty obvious," he answered, chuckling.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed a nearby cup with my teeth. I was about to say something when I realized I would make more sense without a cup in my mouth. "Hey, can you pour me some of that punch?" I asked sheepishly.
Rage chuckled. "Sure," he replied doing as I asked.
I was walking away when I heard him continue to talk. "I don't get why anypony likes punch," he muttered.
I turned around. "What's wrong with punch, exactly?" I asked casually.
Rage shrugged. "Nothing. It just lacks a certain kick that I enjoy," he explained.
Not knowing what else to say I quickly gulped down my cup of punch and went back to dance. I spotted Pinkie on top of Adven near the edge of the dance floor.I wonder why Adven looks so sad.
I decided best not to get involved in Adven's issues. I proceeded to dance once again. And once again I lost myself in the music, but this time I wasn't thirsty.
[Adven's P.O.V. A few minutes ago.]
I was dancing when suddenly I felt somepony's hooves on my shoulders. Before I could utter a single word I was dragged into the kitchen.
I sighed knowing what would come next. "So Pinkie, why did you drag me into the kitchen right now?"
"Because you wouldn't have heard what I wanted to tell you on the dancefloor with the music so loud," she replied happily.
I facehoofed. I should’ve seen that coming. I took a quick calming breath. "I mean what did you want to talk about with me so badly that you had to drag me to the kitchen NOW?" I said, putting extra emphasis on the last word.
"Well I just remembered something. And I wanted to tell you now because I was so excited," Pinkie said hopping slightly faster than she normally would.
"Okay. Okay. Go on and tell me already," I said impatiently.
"My family is going to be stopping by in Ponyville!" Pinkie exclaimed loudly. Pinkie in her excitement took to spinning around happily.
Suddenly I felt my blood run cold. "Uh...That is...wonderful," I said inching closer to the exit. Just five inchs away from freedom.
As I got within one inch, Pinkie noticed my escape attempt. "But," she began. Not giving her a chance to finish I ran out the door.
My target was the exit but Pinkie was faster and took me down right outside the door.
She forced me to look at her eyes. "You Pinkie promised you would meet them when you came back," she said with a determined stare.
I sighed. "Fine," I sighed, defeated.
[Rampage's P.O.V.]
Go ahead and kill him. So I don't have to get my hooves dirty. Unfortunate for me his marefriend let him get back up. This is torture! There he is and I can't even touch him! Uggggggggh! Wait. Calm down. No sense in making all the hard work over the years be for nothing. Got to look casual. Somehow.
I quickly looked around searching to do something casual. Then I realized I was right, near the punch bowl.
I poured myself a drink which I gulped down and instantly regretted it. That is vile! But it will have to do. My face twisted in disgust at the thought of doing that again.
I can't. I just can't! I decided to just mess around with my cup trying to act as if it was full. Not working. Probably I could make something with some actual flavor.
I rushed into the kitchen and began brewing something I could keep down.
[Five minutes later.]
I went to pick up the punch bowl to dump out the poison that was its contents.
"What are you doing?" I hear a voice say behind me.
"Uh," I start trying to think of something,"Uh...I am refilling the punch bowl."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Okay dokie lokie," the voice replyed joyfully.
I poured the good stuff and placed the punch bowl back in its position.
"Okay everypony DJ and I are a little tired so that will be it for tonight," I heard a pony from the stage say.
The two musicians were the first to approach the punch bowl.
"Ewwwwwww. What is that smell?" DJ complained.
"Smells fine to me," DJ's partner said nonchalantly.
I poured each of them a cup. I chuckled as they both downed their drinks in seconds.
"Not bad." DJ commented. "What do you think Vibes?"
"Doesn't taste like any punch I have had before, but good," Vibes admitted.
The other ponies followed their lead and soon everypony had drank my special concotion.
[Ten minutes later.]
I probably should've not let these lightweights drink this. I chuckled as the place downgraded into complete anarchy.
The unicorn mares of the group were toying with their magic. They did things I would rather not describe. The green unicorn was fighting with the musicians. The pegasi hovered relaxing enough to fall asleep.
The earth ponies were doing the exact opposite of the pegasi. They were running all over the place like if on a hyper induced sugar rush.
Might as well go. I neared the exit when suddenly I saw lying to the side of the exit was my target. Not now. Wait for the tournament.
He looked so peaceful. That does it! I couldn't hold myself back and lifted him up. I could beat him right now. And nobody would know. But that wouldn't do it. I will make sure and humiliate him. I dropped my target and left.
As I ran outside a bizarre zebra shook himself awake, wondering why he suddenly felt very scared.