A Night in Equestria to Remember
Evan Thorson had been at his roommates’ party since 10:00 PM. It was 3:00 AM now. He had gotten himself extremely intoxicated, and his slightly more responsible roommates felt as though it would be an appropriate time to escort Evan back to their dorm room.
“Dude, Evan, we should probably leave. It’s 3 AM and you’ve drank A LOT.”
“Waht are yuo guys talking… ‘bout?
“Case in point,” said Evan’s roommate Sean. “Now let’s get you out of here.”
Evan’s roommates, Julian and Sean, hadn’t drank anything, were fairly able-bodied, and very headstrong. Without effort or even a second thought, the two of them hoisted Evan onto their shoulders and navigated their way out of the party, which was located clear on the other side of campus. The warm October breeze felt amazing to Sean and Julian, but the euphoria was negated almost completely by Evan’s drunken ramblings. What he was saying was nearly unintelligible, but Julian and Sean could make out singing. What the song was, they had not the slightest clue, but it sounded similar to Combustible Edison’s ‘Millionaire’s Holiday’.
After a hardly enjoyable 10 minute walk across the school’s campus, the three of them arrived at their dorm room. Sean struggled to get his keys out of his pocket, but finally pulled them out, unlocked the door, and slowly guided Evan up the stairs to his bedroom. Evan made it up 3 or 4 stairs before collapsing. Sean let out a heavy sigh and carried Evan up the other 11 stairs into his bedroom, and on to his bed. Sean let Evan’s head hang off of the side with his mouth facing downwards into a small plastic bucket incase the 12 beers he had consumed didn’t feel as though they were comfortable inside of Evan’s stomach. Evan was barely conscious at this point. His heart rate was decreasing, and his appendages were beginning to turn blue.
Sean and Julian had no formal medical training and were absolutely clueless as to how to remedy the slowed heart rate and what they assumed was lack of oxygen in Evan’s bloodstream. They simply hoped for the best and went into their respective rooms to sleep. Tomorrow was Saturday, and they had plenty of time to sleep in.
Meanwhile, in Evan’s already imaginative mind which was, at this point, heavily altered by alcohol, strange things were happening. His brain was functioning on overdrive and Evan was neither trying, nor caring. He felt as though this was an Out Of Body Experience more powerful than he had ever even imagined. He closed his eyes and kept them that way. As he fell asleep, he vaguely remembered the flashy lights, the ear-pleasing music, the aesthetics of the décor, and in his opinion, the rather attractive women at the party. With that, he passed out.
Across the hall, Sean and Julian listened nervously to Evan’s snoring and mumbling through the night, which mysteriously ceased at half past 5.
Hours had passed since Evan was laid into his bed, and he was sleeping like a log. Sean and Julian awoke the next afternoon around 5:00. They contemplated checking on Evan, but decided against it, for they didn’t want to wake him. It wasn’t until later that Evan really did decide to awaken.
Evan woke up face down, but not in his bed. His head was in his arms, and he attempted to lift himself up. He stayed in this position for just long enough to realize that he was laying in a patch of grass in broad daylight. To add to his suspicions, he noticed that he was lying next to railroad tracks, with the train’s whistle barely audible in the distance. His odd change in scenery had boggled his incredibly hung-over mind, and he collapsed once more onto the ground. Before losing consciousness, Evan heard the train beginning to pass him, and a high-pitched female voice yell...
“Muffin!”
EDITOR'S NOTE: Hello, everybody. I'm going to keep this simple. This is the first time I've ever written something like this. Any questions or comments or criticisms would be appreciated. If you all like it, I'll keep going. Thanks. -EarthTrack