The ironic part was that if Pinkie Pie had simply been blindfolded, she wouldn’t have been tempted to peek even one bit. Blindfolds were an integral part of many of her best party games, and the sanctity of the pact between blindfolder and blindfoldee was something Pinkie held deep in her heart. In all her years of partying, she had never once peeked when her turn came, and she would hold to that until her very last celebration.
But this wasn’t a blindfold, so the blindfold rules didn’t apply here. So Pinkie certainly felt a desire to sneak a quick little look at where she was being led, but that wasn’t going to be possible with the spell Twilight had cast. She was actually blind, at least for the moment, and she was actually feeling a little nervous about it. Hence the desire to peek.
The issue was only made worse by how she couldn’t hear anything as well, another spell of Twilight’s. With only the nudging of who she assumed was still Twilight to concentrate on, making sure was going where she needed to, Pinkie had all the time in the world to think… and that only ever led to problems.
Sure enough, the part of her that Pinkie had learned to ignore at that birthday party years ago was speaking up, saying that this was obviously the setup to a cruel and mirthless prank. Maybe she would be left like this for days, or forever. Maybe Twilight would push her into a muddy ditch and dispel her magic just so Pinkie could look up at the cruel look on her face as she said that the last few years had been a mistake, that Pinkie had been a mistake. Maybe-
No! That was wrong! Twilight would never do anything like that! She was the nicest, bestest pony in all of Equestria, not some terrible jerk who took correspondence courses from the Discord School of Being a Total Partypooper. The surprise Twilight had promised would be joyous, not heart-wrenching.
And as though she were being awarded for her positive thinking, light suddenly returned to Pinkie’s world, forcing her to blink a few times as her eyes adjusted. Her hearing returned at the same time, but wherever she was was almost quiet enough for it to not make a difference. Pinkie could still hear something, though, something like… anticipation.
When her eyes had adjusted, the earth mare finally took in her surroundings, finding them both familiar and strange. This was the Electric Trough, Ponyville’s classiest club (by virtue of being one of two, and the other being a grungy hole in the wall). Pinkie had been here dozens of times, sometimes to perform, sometimes simply to party the night away. But it was always packed with partying ponies, not nearly empty like it was now. There was nopony on the dance floor, and the tables were empty save for five faces, five that were parts of Pinkie’s own heart.
At one table, Rainbow Dash and Applejack had their eyes on Pinkie, the farmer giving her a reassuring nod as she noticed Pinkie looking.
At another, Rarity and Fluttershy sat with Spike between them, the dragon being the last creature Pinkie would have expected to see here. He was underage, after all! And indeed, Fluttershy’s attention seemed divided between watching Pinkie and making sure Spike didn’t have just a sip of Rarity’s drink, the unicorn obviously willing to indulge the young dragon’s curiosity herself.
With everypony else here, and considering she was the pony who had brought her here in the first place, Pinkie expected to see Twilight, but she didn’t see her marefriend anywhere… that is, until she looked in the one place she didn’t expect to find Twilight. On the stage. In the spotlight. In front of a microphone.
“Pinkie, I brought you here tonight to… to ask you something important,” Twilight began as Pinkie’s eyes found her mesmerizing amethyst irises. “And I want to ask you in the language closest and dearest to your heart. The language of song.”
It took all of Pinkie’s willpower to stop herself from shouting “YES!” right then and there. But stop herself she did.
She wouldn’t ruin all of Twilight’s hard work to set this up.