Anon walks down the stairs and makes his way to the kitchen. There, he finds the party is alive and well as the girls chat with one another about various things he can’t catch from his current distance, but many of them look like they’re having a blast. Notably, Rainbow and Pinkie. The two of them are staring down one another, a shot of alcohol in each hoof.
“We both know you don’t stand a chance against me,” Rainbow mocks.
Pinkie giggles. “Silly, Dashie. I always let you win so you won’t be embarrassed.”
“What?! As if!” Dash knocks back her shot and Pinkie does the same. Once Anon is close enough for Rainbow to notice, she waves him over. “Hey, wanna have one for old times sake?”
She pours a shot into a third glass and pushes it over to Anon. He studies the familiar yellow tinge of the Apple family hard cider. The fragrance alone is enough to bring him back to a time before Faith when all he did was drink day in and day out with Pinkie and Dash. Back then, he believed he was having fun, but after all these moments spent with Faith, he realized he was lonely, and drinking helped numb that pain.
Anon smirks as he shakes his head, pushing away the glass. “No thanks.”
“Oh come on, one drink won’t kill you,” Rainbow insists.
“Seriously, Dash. I’m good.”
“Fine,” Rainbow snatches the glass away. “More for me, then.” She knocks back the shot and returns her attention to Pinkie. “That’s five under my belt already. Better hurry up, or I’ll leave you in the dust!”
Pinkie looks hesitant as she shifts between Anon and Rainbow. “U-Um... Maybe not, Dashie. I don’t party as hard as I used to. It’s nice to drink a few to take the edge off, but I don’t want to get wasted. I’d like to enjoy this party without blacking out.”
Rainbow snorts. “Whatever. I’ll down this bottle myself.”
Anon is quick to take the container from her hooves before she attempted to down it. “No, no way that’s going to happen.”
All the girls are watching Anon and Rainbow. Before they were merely trying to stay in their own conversation as a common courtesy but now they can’t look away at whatever is about to transpire.
“Hey! Give it back!” Rainbow attempts to spring up and take the bottle, but fails, as she’s already swaying heavily.
“Dash, you’re already tipsy. Just take it easy.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” she screams. “I bought that bottle, now give it back!”
“Rainbow Dash, lower your goddamn voice this instant or we’re going to have a real problem.”
“You wanna go?!” Rainbow kicks her chair back. “Let’s go!”
“Rainbow, calm—”
Twilight was going to say something, but all of the tension is broke as Faith’s cries fill the room. Anon looks furious as he looks from the stairs back down to Rainbow, who looks as if she’s just been punched in the gut.
“I-I’ll go check on her,” Rarity states, leaving this awkward situation as fast as she can.
All of the girls agree as well as they trot out in a single file line. Now, only Anon and Rainbow remain. Anon looks down to the bottle in his hand. He’s pissed, but he knows Rainbow better than most. This shit constantly turns her into a walking time bomb. This isn’t the first fight they’ve ever had while drunk, but this is the first time he’s had a cause to get angry.
So far, Rainbow has been doing rather well with the drinking. For months, he’s hardly seen her drink more than one shot but why, now, did she decide to pull this? Anon walks over to the sink and dumps the entire bottle and Rainbow doesn’t say a word. Once he’s done, he sets it onto the counter and turns around to face her.
“I’m so mad right now that it’s almost baffling to me.” Anon is fighting the urge to jump her right now. “Now, I’m going to tell you what happens next and you’re going to do it without saying anything.” Anon takes a deep breath to calm himself. “You’re going to leave and not come back until tomorrow. Then you’re going to tell me what the fuck made you do this. If I don’t like the answer, I’ll have to start contemplating if I want you around my daughter anymore.” Rainbow is trembling in place. “So, Rainbow. Please leave.”
Rainbow turns on a dime and leaves without saying a word, her head hanging low. After a few minutes, Pinkie pokes her head around the corner.
“Is, um, everything alright now?”
Anon nods. “Yeah...”
She walks into the kitchen and looks around. “Where’s Dashie?”
“I told her to leave. I’m upset with her right now.”
“Anon, you know–”
“Yeah.” Anon cuts Pinkie off. “I know how she gets. That’s why she and I are going to have a long talk about this tomorrow.”
“Alright,” Pinkie says, her ears laying flat on her head.
Anon smiles some as he walks over and pets Pinkie. “No worries, I’m sure she had a good reason.” Anon kneels low to face Pinkie. “Now, I’m going to need your help to get this party back on track. I know I made this for you girls, but things are bound to be awkward after that, and having the party princess to help me smooth things over is sure to help.”
Pinkie finds her smile again as she brings a hoof to her mouth in a giggle. “You know I miss you calling me the party princess.”
“Pinkie Party Princess Pie.” Anon chuckles. “Now let's salvage this mess and show these girls what a party princess is capable of.”
“Alright!” Pinkie hops up and down in excitement. “You get the pin the tail on the donkey, and I’ll make my special punch.”
“Virgin?”
She nods. “Virgin.”
“Well, on your mark, get set, go!”
And just like when they work in the kitchen, Anon and Pinkie work in tandem to ensure this party is a smash hit.