It was sunset. Rainbow Dash was lying on a low cloud, somewhere around Ponyville, napping off another wicked hangover. A shadow suddenly darkened her sky, but that was alright, really.
"Oh, Rainbow…" a familiar voice lilted through the air.
"Hmm?"
"Rest well?"
She nestled deeper into the cloud. "Mhm…"
"Well, that's great!" shouted the voice, and a pair of hooves suddenly wrenched her from her nest.
She opened her eyes and found herself face-to-face with Spitfire, which, even under the best circumstances, did not bode well at all.
With a smile of righteous anger, she continued, "Because you've got some shifts to fill!"