//------------------------------// // Bad Example // Story: Boast Busters // by TheKing2001 //------------------------------// Derpy and Roseluck trotted up to a faded blue and purple wagon falling apart as they both raised their eyebrows before Derpy knocked on the door. “This is where she lives?” Roseluck asked and whistled. “Sweet Celestia.” “Trixie? It’s Derpy and Roseluck!” Derpy called out as the door opened and the pair stepped back. Trixie was wearing a white robe, reeking of beer mixed with whiskey and various other alcohols as she covered her eyed with a hoof. “Good heavens girl.” “What time is it?” Trixie grumbled as she winced at the sun. “Come inside, it’s too bright outside.” The two looked at each other before stepping into the wagon and Trixie shut the door behind them. Derpy had never been inside Trixie’s wagon before as she looked at a hammock in the corner before glancing up at a smiling picture of Trixie above the hammock. “What is that?” Derpy asked as she pointed a hoof at the hammock. “Where I sleep. Duh,” Trixie said as if that should be obvious and flopped onto it with a groan. “What’s up?” “This is an intervention now. At first it was just us checking up on you after you know who arrived,” Roseluck said as she sat down against a metal wall that she realized was the folded up stage Trixie performed on and was a bit impressed it was even able to fit in the wagon. Trixie was a traveling mare so she probably should have figured it would go somewhere. “You’re drunk at twelve in the afternoon.” “I’m okay,” Trixie insisted as she picked up a bottle and shook it, giving a frustrated sigh when no liquid sloshed inside and she tossed it into a large pile of bottles near the door before levitating a unopened beer and ripping the cap off. “Uh no you aren’t,” Derpy shook her head and took the beer. “You’re worse than Sunset and I thought she was the alcoholic of the group.” “It’s been a rough few days,” Trixie admitted as Derpy sniffed the beer and made a disgusted face before setting it down away from Trixie. “Just get me some water and I’ll be right as rain.” “Okay uh where’s a sink in here?” Roseluck asked as she looked around from her spot on the floor. “I should have water in my fridge.” Roseluck nodded as she jumped up to her hooves and trotted over to the small fridge in the corner. “How do you even get clean in here?” Derpy asked as she narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t exactly seen a shower or a bathroom in here when she trotted inside. “I use the river downtown. There’s a secluded spot where I can wash off where nopony can see,” Trixie answered as Roseluck hoofed her a water bottle. “It’s quite nice.” “Uh that’s kinda weird,” Roseluck interjected. “A lot of colts and fillies go swimming in it in the summer, not bathing in it.” “What’s the difference? They’re getting wet regardless and so am I,” Trixie shrugged in response. Roseluck couldn’t necessarily argue with that logic. “Getting off track, we’re taking your alcohol. This is getting out of hoof,” Derpy said as she picked up a bottle. “You’re gonna drink yourself to death.” “That earth pony with the unicorn filly gets drunk all the time and is fine!” Trixie argued as Derpy rolled her eyes. “Berry Punch’s alcohol problem is not a good example. Her cutie mark gives her a stronger liver than all of us that’s why she can drink all the time and stuff.” “Oh.” “Yeah come on, let’s get you some actual food,” Roseluck smiled as she stood up and hooked a foreleg around Trixie’s neck as Derpy opened the door, staring at a crowd of ponies with Wild Card in front of them. “What do you want?” “Did you know that Trixie had multiple public intoxication arrests after she and I went our separate ways? Five is the number I believe,” Wild Card commented as Derpy glared at him. “What is this about? We all have our struggles.” “My point is do we really want a pony like that bearing an element of harmony when she clearly isn’t one hundred percent herself?” Wild Card faced the crowd as Trixie looked away and Roseluck glared. She could faintly make out a few ponies in the crowd. Carrot Top, Lyra, Berry Punch, Bon Bon and others glaring at him disapprovingly as he smiled slightly. “I’m kinda glad Raindrops isn’t here,” Derpy whispered as Trixie sighed. “She’d be trying to jam her hoof down his throat by now.” “Hell, I’m almost there,” Roseluck whispered back. “Violence does seem pretty appealing right now.” “Leave it,” Trixie said as Wild Card and his crowd started trotting away, some tossing glares his way. “At least he didn’t find out about the public sex charge.” “I hope you’re joking.” “I am. I’d never do that in public.” Derpy and Roseluck sighed in relief as Trixie stared at the disappearing stallion. “Can’t believe the whole town sided against moi,” Trixie shook her head and yawned. “Uh they didn’t? A majority of them were giving him dirty looks, especially Berry, Caramel and Lyra,” Derpy pointed out with a frown. “Even I know when you should defend yourself and it’s past that point. None of us would judge for respectfully standing up for yourself. Heck, Silverspeed might even arrest him for harassment at this point. She does carry that power.” “No, he will leave on his own accord once he embarrasses me enough. It’ll pass and I’m not weak,” Trixie stated firmly and swayed before leaning against the wall. “I need to sleep, vomit and pee. Not in that order.” “Oh uh okay?” Roseluck said as Trixie shut the door and the two listened to faint sniffing. “Is she crying?” “Come on,” Derpy said as she narrowed her eyes at the door and stretched her wings. “Where to?” Roseluck asked as she looked back at Trixie’s wagon. “We’re going to find Raindrops.” A part of Roseluck had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.