"So, what do you think?"
"Mon Dieu! Rainbow Dash, why didn't you ever tell me?" Rarity squealed, “You should've!”
"Okay, okay, but don't tell the other girls." Rainbow sighed. "I'll trust you to be reasonable on this because you have experience. I don't want them to be too excited."
"Of course, of course." Rarity grinned. "But you'll tell me everything, won't you?"
"Besides, I don't even know."
"Rainbow, he did say so."
"What do you think? What ponies say aren't always what they think." Rarity sipped her tea calmly, "Try some, it's good."
"No, no thanks. You know me..." Rainbow grimaced at the thought.
"Aw, Rainbow, it's not bad at all."
"Just...it's bitter, weirdly flavored, and I don't like cream."
"Oh never mind. Do you want a makeover though?"
"RARITY!"
"What? I mean, it doesn't hurt to be pretty."
"I don't like him. Not anymore, at least. We agreed to just not mention things."
"Rainbow Dash, are you being a coward?"
"I'M NOT! FINE! I'LL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES!" Rainbow huffed and sat down.
What had she done?
~~~
"So, what exactly did I do?" Soarin asked guiltily as he watched Sptifire go from becoming her namesake to dying of laughter.
"I think, she likes you. She wasn't lying, you know. No one can keep up a lie when they're drunk. If there's one piece of advice you take today, she is a goddamn lightweight. How she managed to stay awake after a bunch of shots is a mystery."
"What do I say..." Soarin shook his head. "You're no help."
"Well, I, of all ponies, might be." Fleetfoot giggled. "You two would make adorable babies tho-OWWWWWWWWW!"
Spitfire rolled her eyes at Fleetfoot and sighed. "I have her under control, and you may say whatever the hell you want to."
"Do I do anything? It's awkward."
"Of course you do. Remember, the Grand Galloping Gala this year is coming up. Take her out or else."
"God."
"Why not? She did say so?"
"She took those words back. Spitfire, SHE TOOK THEM BACK."
"Oh, you're enraged. Good. Keep this level of passion up." Fleetfoot piped.
"Oh will you shut up." Spitfire whacked her across the shoulder. "You're not helping. Get. Out."
"Nah I'm good." She sulked. "But you know, if you guys ever get together, I'm on your wedding list. Right? RIGHT?"
"Yeah yeah yeah." Soarin muttered. "Best if it never happens at this rate."
"I can offer you one bit of advice, Soarin." Fleetfoot said, serious for once. "Look good. Smell good. Smile and stop frowning."
"Sure."
~~~
"Too much excitement?"
She heard a familiar voice that she wished she wasn't too familiar with.
"Probably. I mean, that's not an everyday occurrence even in Ponyville." She forced a laugh. Why did it sound so awkward?
"So I've heard. That dragon, a princess, all these things. Life's not exciting enough. Just flying, training, and getting yelled at by Spitfire."
"I doubt it's not. I mean, you are in the Wonderbolts."
"It doesn't take much to get used to. If you don't, you're not going to make it." He wanted to slap himself. "Well, it doesn't take much to get kicked out. Everyone on the team right now was near to getting kicked out. Some of us got kicked out and got back it."
"Ouch. Competitive."
"I guess. Doesn't take many ponies to put on a show, and it's always quality over quantity."
"I agree with the last bit. Guess it's right."
"Guess it's right." Soarin smiled. "Guess you're right. Well, you usually are."
"Thanks..." Rainbow trailed off. "Now who's up for a donut?"
"Spitfire will kill me, but that is if she finds out..." Soarin winked.
"Then what are you waiting for? First one there isn't paying!" She sped off.
"Wait! Dammit." Soarin muttered and tried to catch up. She had at least twenty paces on him and he wasn't sure if he could ever catch up. He wasn't trained for speed. Despite that, he less than ten behind when they stopped.
"Eh. I still win." Rainbow beamed.
"Ouch. Cheater..." Soarin laughed. "But I was paying anyways."
Before long, the donuts were reduced to small crumbs, and the glasses only had a hint of strawberry foam left.
"That was good." Soarin offered.
"Mhm."
"You have strawberry foam on your face, Rainbow." He smiled. "Maybe you want that off?"
"Eh." Rainbow tried licking around her mouth.
"No, up." Soarin laughed.
"I can't..." Rainbow was giggling.
"Here," He said, taking a napkin and wiping it off.
She pouted. "But I wanted the foam..."
"If you wanted it, just get another one."
"Eh. Diet."
"Dash..." Soarin shook his head. "Mares..."
"What?" Rainbow asked. "I mean, donuts are filled with oil. Can't blame me. I think Rarity's getting into me."
"Maybe."
"More like hell yeah."
"You're perfectly fine. Why of all ponies are you on a diet?"
"I don't know."
"Let me guess. Rarity?"
"Probably."
"Stop being vague."
"Stop being a pest."
"At least I'm a hot pest."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"Still a pest."
"Well you're just as much of a pest."
"Don't care. I'm awesome."
"And I'm handsome."
"I'm inclined to agree but I don't feel like feeding your fat ego."
"Ouch. Is my ego that big?"
"Yes."
"I'm a modest pony."
"A fool would believe that."
"Ouch, Rainbow, ouch."
"Ouch, Soarin, ouch."
"Okay, let's just, stop." Soarin laughed and she had to remind herself to not blush, not let her words falter, even though she liked the sound a little much.
"Maybe. Actually, yeah. At this rate shit would happen."
Soarin went silent. Was it Spitfire that told him to tell her again, even though they had not wanted to speak of it? Would it work?
"Ummm...are you okay?" Rainbow asked. Did he just realize something? More importantly, was he remembering those things?
"Yeah, I am. Just, depressed from the fact that Spitfire probably knows."
"Knows what?"
"A lot of things about me that she could use against me. Sibling perks..."
"Hold on. You guys are related?"
"No?"
"Then why?"
"We're kinda siblings. We grew up together."
"Ouch?"
"What?"
"The way she treats you."
"Siblings..."
~~~
"Did you?"
"No."
"Soarin! Why not!"
"She didn't look like she was interested."
"To hell with your sucky judgement! This one time you get a chance and you blow it! Soarin, I knew you were dumb, but I never thought you were this far from the center of the bell curve!"
"Sptifire...why do you care so much?"
Spitfire went silent. Yes, he had a point. Why?
Fleetfoot chimed in, "Because you need to end your sorry single life. You're a sorry excuse for a bachelor. You have mares throwing themselves at you left and right and you can't be trusted to fess up?"
"I did that because I cared! I don't want to pressure her.“ Soarin snapped.
Spitfire exchanged a look with Fleetfoot. Soarin was generally charming, suave, lighthearted... anything but short tempered. They had underestimated a lot of things. But romance...they sensed it.
"Okay, okay, we get it."
"Good."
~~~
"Why?"
"Ouch Rarity, you never cared about anything else?"
"I saw you two! You two talking! Talking like that! Mon dieu!"
"Friends. There's this thing called friends."
"I don't care you two look like a couple. A perfect one."
"Ughh."
"You need a few shots in. Nothing other than a few shots to help you spill the beans."
"RARITY!"