About Last Night...
By: Anonymule
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The shrill beeping of the alarm clock shattered the serene morning, rousing the sleeping ponies in the room.
“Ugh, my head,” Twilight groaned. Ears ringing from the shill beeping sound coming from the alarm clock by her bed, Twilight grabbed the object of her derision and chucked the infernal device out the window of her hotel room. Rubbing her eyes, Twilight tried to remove herself from the bed, but found herself snared by a pair of white forehooves. The groggy princess turned to her bedmate and tried to wake the sleeping mare.
Rarity’s eyes fluttered open to see the dark bags and dull purple irises of her friend’s eyes. “Good morning my—” she paused, a skull splitting headache interrupting her greeting, “—Dear.” The fashionista finished, rubbing her temple, groaning in pain.
“What did we do last night?” Twilight asked, turning away from Rarity to take a sip from the glass of water she had sitting on the night stand.
Pausing for a moment while trying to get her thoughts in order, Rarity answered. “Well, we went out with the girls drinking last night for your twenty first birthday, and then we—” the unicorn paused again trying to recall, “— to be completely honest, I don’t quite remember after the sixth or so round of tequila.”
“Even Fluttershy?” Twilight questioned. her headache subsiding if only for the moment.
“No, not Fluttershy, she was the designated… whatever.” Rarity shook her head. “Oh, why does my head feel so heavy?” She asked, reaching above her head she felt something familiar. “I think this belongs to you.” Rarity said, handing Twilight her crown.
“Thanks.” Twilight set her crown on the nightstand.
“I believe we should go get some breakfast, perhaps the girls are up as well.” Rarity suggested, breathing into her hoof her face scrunched in disgust. “On second thought, go on without me, I going to go brush my teeth.”
Twilight nodded and left Rarity in the bedroom. She walked down the hallway towards the small kitchenette on the other side of the condominium, and found everypony with the exception of Applejack and Rarity at the kitchen table.
“So Twi, how does it feel to be a newlywed?” Rainbow Dash asked while taking a sip of her black coffee.
“How should I know? I’m not married.” Twilight held her head in her hooves, not even bothering to look up.
“You don’t remember?” Rainbow Dash chuckled. “Oh boy, this is gonna be good.”
“Remember what and why is it going to be good?” Twilight asked, finally looking the now cackling pegasus in the eyes.
“Oh, dear,” Fluttershy quietly stated, “This won’t be good, no, not at all.”
“Maybe you should read it for yourself.” Pinkie Pie passed Twilight the newspaper and went back to reading the comics section.
Twilight’s eyes scanned the paper and the large photograph on the front page of the Las Pegasus Sun, and found to her horror, that she was indeed married and to none other than her friend Rarity.
“What?” Twilight asked just above a whisper.
“WHAT!?” Twilight suddenly screeched, rereading the paper again to make sure her eyes did not deceive her.
Twilight looked up to see Rainbow Dash laughing hysterically, Pinkie Pie still reading the comics, and Fluttershy looking back at her with a nervous smile. Not waiting for a moment, Twilight bolted from the table and ran into somepony.
Twilight stood up dusted herself off and saw that she had ran into her friend Applejack. “Oh, sorry Applejack, I just found out that I’m married and now I need to find Rarity. Do you know where she is?” Twilight asked, beads of sweat traveling down her face as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Don’t worry none about it,” Applejack assured. “She’s in the bathroom, worshiping the porcelain god.” The farm mare laughed to herself a bit.
“What, there’s a god of porcelain?” Twilight inquired, not in all her years of intensive studying did she ever her about a god of porcelain, and she knew multiple gods and goddesses personally.
“What no, just go see for yourself.” Applejack rolled her eyes and pointed towards the end of the hall.
Twilight didn’t say anything. She headed down to the end of the hall and ducked into the bathroom to see Rarity hugging the toilet like she didn’t want to let it go.
“Um Rarity, we have a bit of a problem and—”
“I know dear, Applejack told me.” Rarity turned to Twilight, a thin line of bile escaping the edge of her muzzle. “We’ll work through it together, just as soon as I get done vomiting.” The sick mare dry heaved again before nasally adding, “or when I keel over, whatever happens first.”
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