//------------------------------//
// Prologue - Those Piercing Eyes 
// Story: Pinkie Pie Style! 
// by WillowWing 
//------------------------------//

Thin tendrils of smoke rose and fell slowly, reflecting the multi-colored lights bouncing off the walls and ceiling. A drop of sweat slid down Pinkie Pie’s back as she leaned against a wall, heart and head pounding along with the heavy bass enveloping her. The massive speakers that dwarfed the stage were vibrating visibly, even from the back of the room filled with thrashing bodies. Was this dancing? Pinkie scowled. 

Though the atmosphere and other ponies left a great deal to be desired, Pinkie found herself drawn to the ‘DJ’ currently on stage. The mare was young, and looked like she had only just left home; she certainly didn’t belong on a stage, let alone at a place like this. She looked completely comfortable however, as if she was born to be on stages at places like this, pounding her ears off with massive speakers, and she was certainly making the crowd go wild. 

Pinkie was done dancing for the night. It was late, and the younger ponies on the dance floor were getting stupid. The hot pink mare sighed, quite unhappy that her night was cut short by gallivanting younglings. She forced herself to remember that she wasn’t much old than most of the troublemakers, but that didn’t stop her from looking down her snout at them. She looked back one last time as she turned to leave; it seemed to her that the mare onstage made eye contact, and held her gaze for several seconds. Pinkie shook her long straight hair away from her face and trotted swiftly out the back door and into the cool night, breathing deeply as a chilling shiver crept up her spine. The DJ’s eyes had been the clearest, ice blue… Even from so far away, Pinkie doubted she would ever forget that stare.