Sugar
Tommy grabbed the key to his Admiral and walked toward the front door of his enormous estate, passing some of his guards who were cleaning the floor of blood and picking the body of the late Sonny Forelli.
"Eh, boss?" one of his henchman asked, "where ya wanna dump the body."
"Take one of the boat out back and dump out on the sea, " said the man in blue.
"You got it," answered the hired muscle in confirmation.
As two of his goons walked away with the corpse of the mob boss, Tommy continued on walking out of his mansion, reaching the bottom of the huge stair of his front door, Tommy glanced back to his office door which was left open, he was worried that the creature that he brought into his home was dangerous, not only that, he was skeptical about Ken hiding it. He shook the thought away, and getting back to dealing with Paul at his club. Unknown to Tommy, he was being watched by the said creature as he depart from the house.
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Earlier
The center of the club was crowded with people dancing, while most of the booth and tables were occupied, either by men in suits or with women, or both, with loud music deafening their conversation, it was just another day for Kent Paul. Sitting on the bar alone, the band manager and criminal activity informant was eyeing for someone, hoping to take one of them for a one night stand, to no avail none met his criteria.
He spun his stool around facing the bar, a layout which he had seen for many years since his arrival in America.
"Oi barkeep!" Paul called to the girl behind the counter, "gimme a scotch please."
The bartender quickly made his order and handed it to Paul. Instead of ingesting the liquid, Paul just stare at it, the golden liquid reminded him of his home, and times that his life wasn't filled with hanging out with dangerous criminals and getting beaten and screamed at by some ex-con from Liberty City, it was a good life. His mind stray back to the present, thought about the band he's managing, and financial matter, he sighed at the fact that he owed Tommy some money, due to his band misbehavior in the club, which results in two broken table, six chairs and the bar supply of liquor.
Kent's thought was disrupted by the flickering lights the club, then suddenly all went dark.Voices of disappointment filled the club, quickly followed by confused chatter of patrons. For five minutes the power didn't come back and patrons were standing outside, waiting for the power to come back. Another five minutes gone by and still no power, after ten more minutes the lights finally came back.
Kent, who have been sitting on the bar during the blackout, had managed to grabbed a bottle of scotch from the bar, with a mocking grin he gave toward the bartender, he slips upstairs with his loot. Arriving in the private lounge upstairs of the club, he immediately pour himself another drink, as he sat down on the leather sofa (which is synthetic) in the room, his bottom landed on something soft and furry, paying no attention to what he just sit on he let the scotch enter his system.
"Ah, that felt good," said Paul, as he consume the golden liquid.
The informant pour himself another drink, instead of directly drinking it he stopped. Kent felt warmth on his bottom and the cushion he was sitting on was unusual it term of shape, there were hard spot here and there. He turn his vision to the cushion behind him, he was surprised at what he saw. The cushion isn't like any other in the room, it was pink, contrast to the black ones in the room. Kent kept staring it, and noticed it was pulsating, it was alive. Kent just stand in front of it.
"What the hell?" said the British to no one in particular.
He distance himself from the sofa and start circling the pink blob, studying its features, he noticed on that the pink blob has some kind of hair both on the front and the back with a darker shade of pink. Paul locked his eyes on the blob, waiting for a reaction, after minutes passed nothing happened, the blob only pulsate, like it was breathing. With the bottle of scotch still in hand, he grabbed a pointer stick that was nearby a chalkboard with his free hand. Paul crouch across the sofa and in front of a coffee table, slowly he brings the pointer closer to the pink blob, and poked it twice.
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Within the mind of Pinkamena Diane Pie
The sun shine brightly, as it's ray of light was reflected by the ocean, making the water sparkle. On a beach, Pinkie Pie was lying on it's pristine white sand, enjoying everything the place had to offer, the fresh air, the see breeze, the calm water, everything.
"Ahhh... This is the life," stated the party pony.
"Your a drink madame," said a male voice behind her.
"Thank you," said Pinkie.
The stallion gave Pinkie her order, bowed and left the premises. As Pinkie enjoyed her Strawberry milkshake on the beach, she still wonders how did she get here. She remembers that her friends were along side her inside that hall, but the rest was a blur to her. As the pink party pony slurps on her milkshake, a row boat containing two stallion earth pony dress in red coats approached the shore line. Pinkie gave the occupants of the vessel a wave of her hoof, but it was not replied. Reaching the shore, the occupants of the small vessel disembark and approach the pink mare.
"Are you or are you not Pinkamena Diane Pie ?" asked one of the stallion.
"Yup, thats me!" said Pinkie Pie.
Before the stallion continue her belly rumble, her legs shakes and her head nod quickly three times.
"Twich-a-twitch!" exclaimed the pink pony.
The stallion look at her in confusion, he swiftly regain his composure and continued on.
" Miss Pie, due to your numerous criminal offenses that you have done toward the empire," stated the stallion, "a death penalty have been issued on you."
Paying no attention to the stallion, Pinkie gasps, "of course I'm in a dream!" exclaimed Pinkie.
"I am here to execute you under the order of the empire," said the stallion, "may god have mercy on your soul."
"Well, every dream got to end some how," said the pink mare with a shrug.
The other stallion come in front pinkie with a flintlock musket, he pulled back the cock and fired. As the millie round hit Pinkie's head and the smoke cleared, her body disappeared into the thin air.
"Thank God that was over," stated the stallion with no musket, "now we can deal with that Jack Sparrow guy."
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Back at the Malibu Club
Within seconds of Paul poking the pink blob, he finally received a reaction. The pink blob lying on the sofa begin to rise from it's slumber. As the pink blob stand on the leather sofa, it reveal itself to be a pink miniature horse.
"It's a bloody pink horse," muttered the music producer, "a pink small horse."
The said small horse turned to face Kent, a big pair of blue eyes stare at him in silent, for a half minute both Paul and Pinkie glare into each other eyes in silent, until the pink party master decided to broke the tension.
"Hi!" greet Pinkie, accompanied by a large grin planted on her face.
The man in red hawaiian staggered back in shock, as what he just witnessed and heard was utterly impossible, an equine with a vocal capability that can be understandable by any human being.
"Th-that's impossible!" exclaimed the band manager, "you aren't able to talk!"
"Of course I can talk silly," replied the party extravagant, "why wouldn't I be able to talk?"
"Cuz yer a bloody horse!" pointed Kent, "horses can't talk!"
"I'm not a horse, I'm a pony," corrected Pinkie.
Kent make his way to another chair and sat down, still staring at the pony he just had conversation with. He kept thinking what he just done, witnessed and heard, every thing was impossible yet he had done it.
"I haven't see anything like you before," said the pink pony.
"So do I," replied Paul.
"Well let me introduce myself," the party pony continued, "my name's Pinkie Pie my friend call me Pinkie and yours?"
"Paul, Kent Paul," answered the informant.
"Well that's a weird name for a monkey, Pauly the talking monkey." the pink mare kept going, "So Paul."
"Yeah?" said Paul flatly.
"So whatsyourfavoritecolourwhatmilkshakeflavourdoyoulikedoyoulikekittensdoyoulikepartiesandisthataprtydownstairs."
As Kent was assaulted by questions asked by something out of a children bed time story within inches from his face, he quickly avoided answering by chugging the content of the bottle of scotch in his grasp. While Paul kept chugging, Pinkie look pass Kent shoulder and saw that were more of this monkey like creature dancing to music below, which she can translate as a party.
"AAAAA PARTY!" cried the pink pony in excitement.
Pinkie quickly darted to the door with incredible speed, that all Kent see moving was a pink blur heading downstairs. He stop his drinking, and look at the entrance way of the lounge, the band manager ponders as what just happened, he just let a talking pink horse into one of the most crowded location in the city, which is now owned by a man with a very short fuse, that he knows, and would probably break his arm if he find out about a talking pink pony running around his club. Kent rose from the sofa and made a dash downstairs.
"Fuck,fuck,fuck!" cursed the british, "Tommy gonna kill me!"
As he reached downstairs, his eyes start a frantic search for the pink pony, he found her in the middle of the crowd on the dance floor. Kent move in to apprehend the pink menace, only to bump into dancing patrons, losing his target. Again he search for the Pinkie, he found her on the stage dancing with four other performance, who kept dancing while giving the pink equine a quizzical glance. Paul cut through the crowd towards the stage to retrieve the pink pony, as the gap grew closer between them, Pinkie moved with lightning speed. And again Paul lost sight of the mare.
"Bloody wanker!" cried Paul, "Would you stop movin' for a bloody second!"
Paul resume to go after the Pinkie Pie, he looked left and right and wasn't able to find the pony anywhere on the dance floor, he kept on looking but he couldn't find the mare he been after.
"Heeeelllllooooooo!!!!!!" said a familiar sounding voice.
Kent turn his head to see Pinkie on the bar, on the other side of the counter was the female bartender that had serve him before, the said bartender just stood there her face was locked on an expression of surprise and disbelieve as she stare at the pink pony in front, while the pony hoof was waving in front of her face. Kent quickly cut through the mass of people on the dance floor and made his way to the bar, quickly he cover the muzzle of the pink mare with his hand, stopping the numerous blabbers coming out of it.
"Is that a talking pony?" asked the bartender with a shaken voice.
"What! No, no," Paul lied, "This is a new anamatron thingy, ya know one of those Domestobots."
"Uhmmm.... sure, sure." the bartender said.
With the pink pony secure in his grasp, Kent heads upstairs to the lounge.
"Let's do that again!" said Pinkie with glee.
"No you can't go downstairs!" scolded the man in red, "and you can't go anywhere either!"
Hearing this Pinkie's mane straighten and her ears droop and her head hung in disappointment, her inability to have fun or forced to be alone always made her sad.
"Why not?" asked pinkie softly.
As Pinkie looked up, Kent found himself looking at the face of the pink pony who has the face of a pleading child on the verge of tears. Kent reconsidered his choice of words before answering, he couldn't stay mad at this pony, although it just talked and understand everything he just said, he couldn't stay mad at something so innocent looking.
"Because you are supposed to be surprise!" Kent lied again.
Pinkie's face lit up again with excitement, her mane and tail turned puffy, along with a huge grin.
"Me, a surprise?!" asked Pinkie.
"Yeah, a surprise for a good friend of mine," convinced Kent.
"Well where is your friend then?" asked the pink mare.
"He's not here yet," said Kent, "he's on his way here at this very moment."
"What should we do then?" asked the pink pony.
"We'll just have to stay here," commanded the man in red hawaiian.
"Okey dokey lokey," Pinkie agreed.
Kent sit down on a couch, thinking what to do next with the thing in front of him right now, he can't call Tommy he thought, he'll just be mad at him anyways. He brought up the bottle of scotch he had been carrying, opened the cap and took a sip, then he reached for his pocket, pulling out a small bag full of a white substance. He then carried on to empty the bag of it content and lay the white powder on the table, he then formed a line from the white powder, lowers his head and suck it in with his nose. Pinkie saw this and was bewilder on how Kent consume what looks like sugar, she move beside Kent and lick a small portion of the white powder.
"Bleuhh..... what is this stuff?" asked Pinkie, "this is definitely not sugar."
"You don't do it from the mouth," said Kent, "try doing it from the nose."
Kent don't usually consume cocaine, and it isn't the best way to calm your nerves either, he only use coke for a party and the event after, but at a situation like this he didn't care. The pink pony beside him began snorting the white powder, effects were immediate, as Pinkie Pie began to bounce faster and faster, until only a pink blur was seen. Her bouncing gotten out of control and the pink blur began bouncing off the walls of the lounge at an incredible speed that make any physicist jaw dropped to the floor, or decided to rewrite physics itself.
"HOLY SHIT!" exclaimed Kent Paul.
Kent was forced to take refuge to the floor as the moving pink blur almost hit him,he crawled slowly to a heavy table that were situated on the corner of the lounge, taking shelter below it. Kent was helpless against the pink projectile as he don't have anything to deflect it, as second goes by, items on the lounge started to be displaced, paintings, coffee tables, lamps, and more. Fortune smiled at Kent as a phone fell and landed near where he was hiding, he immediately punched in Tommy's number.
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Moments later
Tommy arrived at the Malibu Club, in his now beat up Admiral after hitting five pedestrian, 2 motor bikes, a car, and some of the city properties. With a frown on his face he walked inside, he asked a bouncer where was Kent Paul and tells him that he was at the bar
Tommy walk around the dance floor, instead of cutting through it. Arriving on the bar he saw that Paul wasn't there.
"Where's Kent?" asked Tommy to the women behind the counter.
"He's upstairs," answered the bartender,"with the a Domestobot."
"A Domestobot?" inquire the man in blue.
"Yeah he said, it was a pink pony anamatron," answered the woman,"whatever that is."
Tommy rushed in the direction of the stairs leading to the lounge, he skipped steps wanting to save time, and to see if that 'pink pony' was the same kind he found on his mansion's maze. As he arrive at the entrance of the lounge, Tommy was struck by a pink blur and fell to the floor. As he regained his sense's, Tommy found himself to be inches of a pink face with huge blue eyes and grin.
"SURPRISE!!!!!" yelled a loud female voice, "are surprised huh,huh,huh?!"
"I was," said Tommy.
"HOOORRRAAAYYYYY!!!!!" cheered the pink mare as she bounced rapidly around the room, still under influence of the cocaine.
"KENT WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" screamed the man in blue hawaiian.
"Tommy you there?" called Kent from under the table, "Thank God you came I was-"
"Why the hell didn't you tell me there was a talking pink pony running rampage on my club," interrogate Tommy, with Kent collar on his grasp.
"I haven't got the time," said Kent defensively, "the phone got hit by that thing."
True there was a broken phone on the desk behind the two men.
"Great now I have another one on my plate," complained the entrepreneur in blue hawaiian shirt.
"Wait there's another one?" asked Kent.
"Yeah a purple one with wings and horn," answered Tommy, "at least this one normal, except it can talk."
"Maybe the other one can talk too," said Kent.
"And?" said the Tommy.
"What I'm saying is maybe these ponies can talk to each other," suggest Kent, "we should take this one back to your house."
"And what that'll do?" again, asked Tommy.
"Maybe they know each other," said Kent.
"What gives you the idea?" asked Tommy.
"Well, as you just said they're both colorful unlike the normal ones," explained Kent, "and maybe the other one can talk also."
Tommy pondered at Kent ideas, he had to admit himself that the man in front of him maybe correct at these ideas.
"Alright we can take 'er in," Tommy said, "but no one can see or hear of this."
"How? half of the club already saw her," said the man in red hawaiian.
"Well apparently the bartender bought your alibi," informed Tommy, "she believe it's a Domestobot."
"Heh, what a bloody idiot," insulted Kent, "but how are we going to move it discreetly though?"
"Good question,"said Tommy.
Both men tracked with their eyes the pink pony keep her cocaine induced bouncing around the room. As they think of a plan of moving the pink mare with no one noticing.
"Open your shirt," said Tommy.
"What?" questioned Kent.
"I said open your shirt," commanded the businessman in blue, "or I'll brake your legs."
"Fine," said Paul with a sighed of defeat.
Both men took of their hawaiian short. Tommy fortunately had undershirt on, while Kent doesn't, revealing his upper body, which could raised suspicion, thought Tommy. Then again there are half dressed performer in the club.
"Okay you go behind her and I'll go up front," said Tommy
Kent complied, he followed the pink mare from behind, as Tommy waits in front of it. As the Pinkie approach Tommy, the ex-con had his hands ready to catch the pink mare, with his shirt wide open, to cover the body of the pony. The mare was closing in fast, due to the cocaine she consumed. Tommy caught her inches from where he was standing and Kent suit followed to assist grabbing the lower part of the mare. Tommy grab the pink mare's on a headlock while Kent grabbed her by the stomach. Stuffing Pinkie's muzzle with a cushion of one of the sofa and covering her in their shirts, both men ran downstairs, making their way behind the stage and out of the club. Outside Tommy opens his Admiral sedan trunk and threw in the pony and retrieving Kent and his shirts.
"Phew glad that's over," said Kent in relieve.
"Not yet you limey bastard," said Tommy, "you gotta come with me."
"Why?" asked the british.
"It's your plan remember," said Tommy.
With a groan of disappointment, Kent entered the Admiral back seat. Tommy started the engine of the car, as it whined to life both of them heard siren closing. What both men first witnessed was not a green and white with red and blue flashing, instead it was a cyan blur with a rainbow spectral tail, followed by numerous police car, unmarked and marked, along with a helicopter.
"That's Rainbow Dash!" yelled Pinkie from the back seat.
"How?! you're supposed to be in the trunk!" exclaimed Kent.
She dived down to the floor and squeezed her self from the back of the driver seat, as she defy logic, physics, and her own anatomy by sliding pass through under the seat and to where the pedals were. She pressed the gas pedal and the car surged forward, Tommy took control of the car direction by handling the wheel.
"Who's Rainbow Dash?!" yelled Tommy as he struggle controlling the car.
"She's my friend!" answered Pinkie from below Tommy.
Pinkie releases the gas pedal, and let Tommy to stomp on it on his own. As Tommy regain full control of the vehicle, he begin driving to the direction of the pack of police car that went by and began pursuing Rainbow Dash.