Fourteen days ago...
WHEN Spike left the tree house a few hours ago to help Roseluck clean and organize her plant store (something about a "noble dragon code" insisting he repay her for healing his bonsai), his older sister Twilight was sitting at her desk calmly studying differential equations. At least that's what she told him she was doing--in truth it just looked like a bunch of letters, numbers, and scribbles to him.
HOWEVER, when he returned in the evening, much sweeping and watering later, he could hear loud muffled shouting coming from inside the library.
Uh oh.
"Twilight, why are you drunk?!?" Spike asked with much consternation. "I step outside for a few hours to repay a friend, and I come back to THIS!"
The "THIS" he motioned to with his hands was math. Math ALL over the library. Furniture, books, the floor, the walls, the ceiling?: no usable writing surface had been spared a plethora of complex equations and jumbled shorthand notes. Which he would have to clean up. In the morning. By himself. And of course, OF COURSE, there in the center of it all sat the star attraction, the showstopper, the grand finale: a purple unicorn hunched over a bucket, muttering strings of numbers and expletives. Spike sighed and looked at a clock. What time was it? 6:27 p.m.
It was going to be a long night.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Hold on. Let me get this straight." Spike sighed, scrubbing ink and vomit off of the floor while he tried to get some coherency out of Twilight. "You're telling me you got yourself drunk for the sake of getting drunk? ON PURPOSE?!?!? What the Tartarus Twi? Why on Equiis would you do this?"
"I ugh I told choo aready. I wannnnted to shast - I mean cashed a shpell I wouldn't remember. Heh, isn't that fuuunnnnnnyyyy?" The mare was lying on the floor, staring at her brother with a bit of drool hanging from her lips.
"No Twilight, it's not funny. It's irresponsible. And why would you not want to remember casting something. AND isn't casting under the influence illegal? You're breaking the law!"
"Notttcchhh in your HIC! own home Spiiiikie Wiiiiikie. Silly Willy. You shoulda... shoulda... uhhh oesh..... GACK!" She vomited into the bucket she was holding again. Spike face clawed.
She had puke dribbling down her face and in her mane. Disgusting. "You owe me sooooooo hard Twilight," Spike grumbled. "For now lets just get you to bed. I love you, but seriously? Ugghhh!"