//------------------------------// // Drunk (short) // Story: Rainbow's Lonesome Road // by Centurion Pike-Wall //------------------------------// The two drunk ponies began to press, trying to make the others hoof strike the table. The occasional grunt exited their mouths, but the predominant noise over the match was the singing and music of the Tavern band. Both were no doubt doing their best, but the drunken bobbing and twitching made it hard to stay steady. It would go back and forth, one second Void had the advantage, the next Tempest did. After a few seconds, the other would pick it up, and it would once again return to an equilibrium. Finally, Void saw a weakness. Tempest was putting in lots of effort for a short period of time, then holding back. If Void could wait until one of Tempests spurts, then she could overwhelm her. Said surge came, the surprisingly strong unicorn nearly pressing Voids hoof to the wooden table. At the last second, Void pressed back with the last of her strength. And it wasn't a moment to soon. Tempest had laxed up on her offensive, and now was the perfect time to attack. Void pushed with all her might, and nearly brought her opponent down. But it was a trap! As Voids hoof bore down on Tempests, it was suddenly shoved in reverse. Void had underestimated the recovery of her unicorn......Friend. She recovered much faster then last time, and before Void could even register what happened, Her hoof but the table. She had lost. Tempest cheered. "Ha! Pony 'ille Ch-champ mah A**! I win! I win! Oh....." She then promptly collapsed. When Void peered over the table, she saw her friend had fallen to the floor, and was contently snoring. It reminded Void of how Fluttershy would sleep, back at their little sleepovers they had before Twilight came to town. Normally, she would be mentally hitting herself over using analogies from equestria. But, here, now, she was just too hammered. She couldn't think, and had lost much of her motor skills. But at the same time, it felt great. She felt energetic, like she had just woke up from one of her Midday naps back in equestria. She began to feel a little tired. Mumbling to her teammates, she began to trot back to the stairs. This proved to be much harder than she first thought for a number of reasons. One, more creatures were out of their seats, either dancing, fighting, or just stumbling around. Second, she was REALLY drunk, and was not exactly a stable walker. As such, getting to the stairs was a lot more difficult then she first thought. She stumbled and buckled under her own weight as she slowly made her way towards the stairs. The various creatures that inhabited the Bar didn't make way for her, so it was even harder. Despite this hardship, her slumped from finally reached her destination. She had barely made one step into the stairs, when she lost her footing and fell. Due to her position, she fell down not just onto the floor, but also down the stairs. It was only about fifteen steps, but it still hurt like hell. Her face hit the first wooden slab, then was used as a fulcrum to throw her body. She tumbled head over hooves, landing on her back with a feight *crack*. She had probably broken something, but in her addled state, she felt nothing. Neither pain at her injury, nor concern at it. However, the slight feeling of tiredness she felt was now a LOT more prominent. Her eyelids felt like cinder blocks, and she could hardly move. Hopefully that was because she was tired, and not that she had a spinal injury. "Oh, buck me." These were her last words before she lost consciousness. Fortunately, like Tempest said, she didn't dream. So that was good. It had helped her get over her 'boss's ' exploits and her previous dream. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When she awoke, something was wrong. She wasn't in her bedroll, nor was she on the hard wood floor of the Tavern hall. She was on a wood surface, but something was over the wood that she was on. Carpet maybe? All of her injuries from her little fall felt better, but whatever had healed her of those hadn't fixed her biggest immediate problem: her hangover. Her head pounded like a war drum, a near constant pounding racking her skull. The next thing she noticed was she was bound. A thick layer of rope was wrapped around her forehooves, as well as binding her wing to her back. Finally, Tempest was next to her, similarly bound, in her case with a magic suppressor around her stub of a horn. A hearty laugh broke through her thoughts. It was Cold Bit, wearing his red leather armor, one of his barbed knives in his magic grasp. He was smiling warmly, but his eyes shine with a cruel light. Like he would smile and sing a Pinkie pie song, while dancing on the backs of dead ponies. He stopped in front of them, and began to swing his knife back and forth. "Well then. Let us have some.....fun. Shall we?"