"You should've picked Horcy!" Soarin threw his hooves out in frustration, "You should've picked any support!"
Soarin and Rainbow Dash were playing an intense game of Overwatch, which in the end, they had suffered a humiliating defeat. Throwing her hooves as if to match with Soarin's one, Dash retorted, "I'm not gonna pick Horcy, I'm not gonna pick any support!"
"That was the worst game I had ever played in my life! When we finally got on the point, everypony dies! I-"
"So you're the type that tries to scold me, when you're the most useless pony we have on our team! I've never seen anypony rage quite as hard as you, maybe you should go back to losing in Team Fortress 2!"
"You should've been Horcy!"
"I'm not gonna be any support!"
"We ended up dying, and it's all your fault, you should learn how to play this game! You could had been helping-"
"If you like Horcy so much, why don't you just marry her?"
Soarin clamped his mouth shut as he realised he had went too far with the bickering. Dash's cyan face had gone completely red, mixing in with the red stripe of her rainbow-coloured mane. Tears had welled up in her eyes, hanging on just below the magenta irises that Soarin had often lost himself in. With a huff, Dash strode to the door and immediately flew off. Soarin stared at the rainbow trail left behind by Dash, thinking about what he had done.
"No, no, no, no! This could not be! What do I do now?" Soarin frantically paced around the room, where the game controllers had been left lying on the floor, forgotten by the pegasi that had been fiddling with them earlier.
Maybe he'll go talk to Dash's best friend Pinkie Pie. Yeah, Soarin thought, that's the most logical thing to do now.
He flew off from his cloudhouse and down to ponyville, leaving angry teammates yelling away in the chat.
A peculiar sight greeted Soarin as he went into Sugarcube corner. There Pinkie was, mixing and adding ingredients furiously as oven doors magically flew open and cakes floated out somehow. Discord was there also, looking out of the window with binoculars, as if looking for somepony.
"Hi Pinkie, what are you doing?" Soarin asked.
"Discord here had ordered ALL MY CAKES AND I NEED TO FINISH THEM AHHHHHHH," Pinkie screamed uncontrollably as Soarin flinched and covered his ears with his hooves. Discord snapped his claws, making his binoculars disappear. He made his way to the door.
"Oh, and Pinkie? I cancel my order," Discord called out as he teleported.
"WHAT?!" Pinkie gasped, everything stopping as she stared in shock as where Discord had stood, "Come on! Now I have these leftovers!"
"Uh, Pinkie? I was wondering if you could help me with something..."
"Sure!" Pinkie dragged Soarin to the nearest seat, "Shoot away!"
"So, I was playing Overwatch with Dash and we got into a quarrel because I wanted her to choose Horcy," Soarin gulped, "And she had flew away out of anger. What should I do now?"
Pinkie placed a detective cap on her head and a cigar in her mouth. She then scratched her chin meaningfully, staring off into the space.
"So I take it you have feeling for her?"
Soarin felt wires draping over his hooves, and he looked down. He was attached to a polygraph machine, with Pinkie staring at Soarin at the other side of the table. Soarin's heart thumps wildly as he recalled those times when he had stared at Dash, entranced by her beauty. He had longed to ask her out, but could not find any courage.
"No..?" Soarin said tentatively.
"Alright. You should admit your feelings to her soon," Pinkie replied, winking at Soarin mischievously, "And about the game? You should just go find her and apologise, then play another game with her, but without the messing around!"
Soarin blinked.
"Maybe let her be Racer!" Pinkie prompted.
"But I'm already Racer!"
"What about Windowmaker?"
"I'm already Windowmaker!"
"Then let her be Bastord!"
"Nerf Bastord!"
"You're right, so, Whinnyston!"
"I wanna be Whinnyston!"
"I guess she'll be Genzi!"
"I'm already Genzi!"
"Then she'll be McCreep!"
"I already chose McCreep!"
"I have an idea!"
"What's your idea?"
"You should be..."
Soarin sighed, shaking his head.
"Fine, I'll be Horcy just for once to make her happy,"
Pinkie clapped her hooves as Soarin exited Sugarcube corner. He then took off into the air, where he headed to Dash's usual spot in the cloud where she always took a nap. He spotted her, the signature rainbow mane standing out from the pale blue sky. She was asleep, curling up on the cloud, snoring away. Soarin landed as soft as he could to not wake Dash up, and sat down beside her. He waited patiently for Dash to wake up, and it was not until an hour later that she did.
"Hi Soarin," Dash yawned, stretching her body as she rose from the deep sleep.
"Hi Rainbow. I wanted to say sorry, I'm really sorry for what happened just now back at my house. Wouls you forgive me?" Soarin smiled uncertainly, waiting for Dash's response as his heartbeat quickens.
"It's okay, I forgive you," Dash replied, and took another big yawn.
That must had been a sleep, Soarin thought.
"How about another game back in my house?" Soarin tried, but Dash shook her head.
"Maybe later, I don't feel like it. I'm just gonna stay here and watch the sunset," Dash replied, gazing at the setting sun.
Soarin followed her gaze, and was entranced by the sunset. As beautiful as Rainbow, he thought, and had to swallow a giggle. He looked down onto ponyville, observing the ponies moving about, when he felt a presense of feathers on his back. Soarin stiffened up, and he stole a glance at Dash. She sat there, still staring at the sunset, with her wing draped over Soarin with a smile plastered on her face.
Soarin felt the need to return the affection. He extended his wing, and rested it on Dash's back like she did. He could see Dash's smile widen as Soarin pulled her closer to him.
"Rainbow?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you,"
"Me too,"
Rainbow leaned her head on Soarin's shoulder, all terrible memories about Overwatch washed away from their mind as they sat there, looking at the sunset.