Spike's Drunken Spree
Chapter 6: See you at seven!
Some prefer not to do it on the first date, as it is something frowned upon in the pony society, it would cause a mare to look 'easy' or so they say. But has anypony taken the stallions change of reputation in the same scenario? You'd say he's lucky, or smooth; mostly compliments and jealousy of his success.
Spike was experiencing both the latter, and for some reason the former. Even after he completed his offered chores, he was still on Twilight's bad side, and she was a bit upset that Spike would give himself to the mares so easily; regardless of the fact that he had assured her it was for the better. After all, he got a date, and~ he got laid, in the eyes of any male in general, he would be considered beyond lucky as is, but to sleep with multiple mares, would surely turn him into a historical figure of the sort.
As he served lunch to Twilight at the library, he had to constantly assure himself to be correct, because after a while, Twilight's lectures can cause you to lose your sanity; much like Pinkie Pie's remarkable ability to rant.
"For the last time Twi, I was drunk, and I had no control over my actions. I'm sorry that you had to sleep at Rarity's, and if you want, I'll dust the shelves again." Spike spoke automatically, he knew the only way to get back on Twilight's good side was to appologize and offer his assistence, much like slave labor if you put the entire thing into perspective, but Spike didn't mind really. Him and Twilight are friends, and just because she's his employer doesn't change that.
"Alright Spike, I guess it's okay," progress! "but~ don't think I'm letting you off so easily. I expect the shelves dust free, and a behaved little dragon by the time I get back from the market." After Twilight finsihed eating, she stood and left with an audible, HMPH!
"... I'm as tall as Celestia by the way..." Spike said under his breath, and with that, he was all alone again. "Well. Guess I better get dusting."
And yes, as you guessed, he dusted the bookshelves into oblivion. Satisfied with his handywork, Spike grinned but his smile fell as he saw the time. It was 2:00pm. Twilight has been gone for two hours, which was far longer than it should take to get groceries to re-stock the fridge.
Spike fetched a piece of parchment, hastily writing and then dashing out of the library. The note simply stated he would be leaving for two hours, to go see what Big Mac had been up to. It was the only thing Spike could think to do for the time being, he just wanted to get out of the library to be honest.
5 hours left.
Spike entered Sweet Apple Acres, and once again proceeded to the sound of apple trees being bucked and the sound of falling apples that would follow suite. It took him a minute to reach the western part of the orchard that the sounds were being emitted from, and about another minute to reach the large red stallion behind half of the sound. Applejack was there too.
"Hey Mac! What are you up to? Bucking the west orchard, huh?" Spike called as he was well within earshot, the sudden sound caused Applejack to jump a bit, but didn't affect Mac at all.
"Eeyup." Mac smashed the apples loose from the tree he was near, moving to the next.
"Ya need help with any of that?" Spike was bored, and even if he wasn't one for physical labor, it was still better than the dusty bookshelves that would await him at the library. Yeah, he had just dusted, but dust seemingly gathered at an impossible rate in the library.
"Eenope." Mac stood, hindlegs to the trees, and bucked hard, as the apples fell into the baskets, the tree had been surrounded by. As was the routine at Sweet Apple Acres.
"Anything interesting I can do? I'm dying of boredom over here." Spike looked at Mac with pleading eyes, which he never saw, considering he had just walked to the next apple tree. Spike sometimes wondered how him and Mac were friends, when their conversation were so... uneventful, for lack of better terms.
"Eenope." And Mac simply bucked the tree he was in position for, moving, once again to the next. To Spike, farm labor could be so mundane, and he couldn't understand how the Apples were able to stand this. Aside from the steady bit income, Spike saw no perks to the job, especially not entertainment wise. Spike of course, would never say this out loud, for fear of Mac's reaction to the insult.
"Kay, guess I'll just... go." And so he did.
4 hours left
The walk back to Ponyville was uneventful, as it always has been, and so Spike decided to check the market for Twilight.
It was a good walk from Sweet Apple Acres back to the library, but Spike couldn't say he minded, the fresh air was well appreciated.
As Spike entered the bustling market, he couldn't help but notice the vendor at the carrot stand, which happened to be; yeah you guessed it, Carrot Top. His date for tonight.
Spike made his way over to the mare, to say he was nervous was an understatement. Spike had decided he should wait for the date, but fate had disagreed as Carrot called him over.
"Hey Spike, how are you doing? Carrot asked.
"Good. Good. I'm a little nervous about tonight though, I mean... I barely know you." Spike began chucking by the time he had finished his reply.
"Well duh, that's why we're having this date," Spike blushed as she used the word date, Spike was new to all this dating crud, and last night was his first physical contact with mares since he was in school. But those were crushes, and puppy love, all that bullshit. This was a DATE, with a beautiful mare no less. It's funny because when he was a whelp he used to picture himself as Prince Charming and Rarity as a damsel in distress. But once again, puppy love, and all that bullshit. "To get to know eachother."
"Yeah... that sounds about right. Well it was nice seeing you Carrot, I'll see you at seven!" Spike had called to her, as he made his way back into the library.