Chapter Twenty-two... (Author's Note: This chapter was a pain to write. In other news, I've set up an RP blog for you to ask any and all questions you have. They'll be answered from Max's point of view for the most part. Clicky clicky link!)
Alison was slowly adjusting to her new life. She had been living with us for about a week, and had fallen in step with our daily routine. Her first meeting with Celestia had gone surprisingly well, as I had though their personalities would have clashed. Thankfully, they had become firm friends, and had spent the rest of the day together. Luna had also become a firm freind and Skye was pretty much refusing to leave her side. I was left with Rainbow and Elliott to terrorise Canterlot's shopping district. By the end of the day we were staggering under the weight of the items we had bought. As we walked back to the palace, a guard approached us.
"Luna said to go meet her at the club on Yokevale and 4th." He said, walking back to his post. We looked at each other, a bit confused about this, knowing that it was unlike Luna to go to a club without organising it beforehand.
"I guess we should go." I sighed, shifting the weight of the bags onto my left foot. "Let's just drop these off first.". We walked to the palace, and when we got there, handed the shopping to Link, one of Luna's best friends on the guard roster. He took the bags in his magical grip, and hauled them up to Luna' chambers. We thanked him, and he grumbled something about never getting any thanks from anyone else. I changed into my pony form, but because I hadn't used it for so long my balance was a bit rusty, and I almost fell over twice. We walked back out of the palace, and headed for the club. When we arrived, the club was surprisingly large, which didn't seem right, as Luna hated big clubs. The bouncer stepped aside to let us in, and the whole of the line behind him roared their anger.
"Royalty first. If you keep shouting, you don't get in." He said, fixing the crowd with an icy stare. The crowd fell silent. We walked in, and couldn't see Luna, Tia, Alison or Skye anywhere. We walked to an unoccupied table and sat around it.
"So Max, why d'ya think they told us to come here?" Asked Rainbow, who was looking bored already.
"No idea Dash." I sighed, looking around. I spotted a familiar shock of pink hair. "Pinkie! Over here!" I shouted to the psychotic party monster. Even after settling down with Soarin', she was still as mad as ever. She bounced over, clearing about three ponies who were stood in the way in a single leap.
"Heya Max!" She said as she pulled a perfect backflip and landed on the chair without missing a beat. She really had been taking lessons from Soarin' about aerial control. "Did the Princess send for you too?" She asked, producing a cupcake from thin air.
"Yes, Lu wanted us here too. Where's Soarin'?" I sighed, shaking my head.
"Oh, he's just gone to the toilets." She said, devouring her cupcake with a single bite. She started to shake, then twitch and then do some other crazy things. "Oh! The rest of the girls are just about to arrive! This makes tonight even more super-fun!" She said as she spun around. "Three, two, one..." Right on que the rest of the elements arrived. I wasn't surprised by Pinkie's precision at all. "Heya!" She squealed as she bounced over to the girls. As they started speaking, Soarin' walked out of the toilets over to the rest of the wonderbolts. One of them was looking slightly annoyed, and seemed to be scrabbling around under the table for his pencil.
"I told you lot to be careful!" He said, in a familiar accent. Evidently the English accent exists in Equestria too. He scowled at the others and made his way over to another table, this time devoid of intoxicated flying aces. I laughed as another one of the pegasi followed him. I recognised her as Spitfire. She walked over and tried to calm him down, but as he gestured around, he managed to send a bottle of beer on the table flying into a speaker hanging over the bar. The speaker exploded, knocking a large stallion over. The stallion stood up, and with a cursory glance around, couldn't find the pony responsible through his beer goggles. He shrugged, and the drawing pegasus breathed a sigh of relief. I stood up and walked over, recognising a kindred soul amongst the drunk ponies.
"You okay lad?" I asked, sitting next to him.
"Yeah, I just get annoyed when others send my work flying across the club." He said. Just then a familiar albino DJ stepped onto the stage.
"You ready to party?!" She yelled down the microphone. There was a resounding yes from the rest of the club-goers. She punched the play button on her decks and the party really got into swing.