Octavia sighed. Cadence left early; she hadn't even been seen at the after party. Celestia sat over in a corner, muttering creepily to herself and stroking her empty margarita glass. Spitfire seemed okay, but she still had a few beers. She gets unpredictable even when buzzed, so Octavia steered clear of her. Twilight had left about an hour ago, simply because she couldn't take the drunken Celestia. Luna quietly tried to approach her seemingly insane sister, occasionally trying to the empty glass. The only response Luna got was some hissing and some talk about the glass being 'precious.' She then would sulk away, only to try again in the next five minutes. Fleetfoot stayed close to Spitfire, her cheeks flushed pink like the rest of the ponies at this party.
Other than Luna, Octavia was the only sober one at the party. She wouldn't drink, though. She'd tried it once, and never again. She remembered the first time she drunk was at one of her best friend's DJ party. She had puked all over Vinyl Scratch's- her best friend's -turntables. She swore the next morning never to drink again. Drinking again would cost her too much; even though Vinyl had laughed and told her not to pay for them, because it happened all the time.
She bought new turntables anyway.
Even so, she seriously considered to have a drink or two just to break the ice. Before she could make up her mind, Soarin stumbled up to her. He had a goofy look on his face, and her swayed his hoof shakily onto her back. He spaced out for a minute, then chuckled and spoke.
"Hey," he belched. Octavia sighed, shaking his shoulder off of her back. She gave him a blank stare, then went back to her thinking. It took less than a minute for Soarin to reply, oblivious to his warning."Yo, why won't talk to me?"
"And why are you suddenly attracted to me?" She snapped back. She tried to walk away, but he staggered enough to catch up. Octavia tried to smile, but her cheeks wouldn't let her. Let loose, Octavia. It's a party, after all. And there aren't any turntables for miles.
"I have no idea what you mean, bro." Soarin smiled, chuckling to himself again. "Hey, do you know how they came up with 'duffle bag'? I mean, duffle bag. Who called it a duffle bag?"
"How should I know?" Octavia asked back, a sarcastic and condescending tone lacing her words. "And for that matter, why is anything called anything? Why do they call it a pumpkin? Or a squash? Or a banana? Or..."
"Why do you like vegetables and fruits so much? Don't you eat anything else?" Soarin asked quickly. Octavia fought bringing her hoof up to her face.
Don't do it, Octavia. He's not worth your face hoof. Octavia sighed, gritting her teeth and fighting back her explosion. She turned to leave, yet Soarin grabbed her hoof bluntly and forced her to look him in the eye. She was a vegetarian, and he should know that. She'd hoped that he was, too. She had some very close cow friends.
"W-Wait! Don't go, babe. Was it something I...h-hic!...said? C'mon, don't leave, sexy!"
'Babe?' 'Sexy'? Just who does he think he is?
"No, really, babe...talk to me, please! That's the only way we can work this out, bro!" He yelled- though he knew not the volume of his voice -stopping every now and then to hiccup. Octavia's cheeks flamed against her will. He had just objectified her, yet now he attempted to actually fix things? She exhaled sharply, turning her head away from the oddly sincere look in his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but unbeknownst to her, Luna had gotten the empty margarita glass away from Celestia. Now, she prowled for her prey, much like a Timberwolf.
"Yes, yes, come to Celestia, Octi," she moaned to herself. Octavia turned around, instantly screaming at the sight of Celestia breathing not a foot away from her neck. The princess wore a creepy smile, her eyes bloodshot and pupils tiny. Her mane looked like a rat's nest. She gasped, "Octi...are you cheating on your lover?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, 'Princess', Tavi's mine. Unless..." Soarin said as he glanced over at Octavia. She finally decided, that, yes, this whole thing was worth a face hoof. Even more so, it deserved another scream, yet Celestia saw it coming. She quickly covered the cellist's mouth, then lowered herself to Octavia's ear.
"Don't worry, my love," she whispered, stopping for a slight nibble on Octavia's ear. Octaiva flinched, shuddering in disgust under Celestia. "I planned all of this. I know you love me, my dear Octi. I love you as well, and I even have a pair of adorable socks just waiting in my bedroom. But, it is a sad truth that I must stay single, or my precious sister Lulu would get jealous. No, Octi, you must make Soarin jealous of us, so that he will steal you away into the night. I know it's hard, my love, but you must be strong for me. Everything with be worth it. You'd be happier with me, but that cannot be. You must settle for Soarin..."
"I didn't know it was like that...h-hic...between you and Tavi, Celly," Soarin barked, oblivious to her conversation with Octavia. "I'm not sure if you...h-hic...noticed, but Tavi'd m-much rather be with me."
"Oh, Luna, what did I ever do to deserve this?" Octavia whimpered, trying to awkwardly back out of the conversation. Soarin caught her in the act, so he pulled her in a planted a kiss on her cheek. It was sloppy, wet, and disgusting, yet she wasn't sure whether to blush or puke. She did both, yet it didn't catch the attention of either the pegasus or the alicorn. They each continued in conversation, much to Octavia's dismay.
"Celly, you're making...h-hic...Tavi uncomfortable. She's trying to get...h-hic...away from you, can't you s-see? So get out, bro, or I'll take you down," Soarin growled. Octavia pulled away from Soarin, rubbing his spit off of her cheek.
"Actually, I'm trying to-mmmmph!" Celestia winked to her, grabbing both hooves and planting a kiss smack-dab on her lips. Octavia screamed through her lips. She squirmed and winced, trying to shake the alicorn off her hooves.
"Can't you see, Soarin? She loves me. You don't...h-hic...even have enough c-courage to kiss her on the lips." Octavia finally wrenched Celestia off of her hooves. For good measure, she shoved the alicorn down, then growled at Soarin when he tried to help her up.
"No, no, no! Stop acting like imbeciles, both of you! I'm not in love with Celestia, I'm not in love with Soarin, and I'm not just a ragdoll for you two to push around!" Octavia screamed, huffing and puffing. Celestia scowled while struggling to get up. Soarin tried to stay in the same place and seem serious, but he swayed side to side anyway.
"Octi, y-you...h-hic...ruined the plan! Now Soarin will stop fighting for you..." Celestia whined. Octavia sighed, offering a hoof up. Celestia accepted it graciously. "Have a drink, Octi, you seem tense."
"I-I don't drink," Octavia muttered awkwardly. She traced circles on the flooring with her hoof, staring at the floor and suddenly becoming quet. Soarin laughed, punching her on forehoof.
"C'mon, I've seen you drink at Vy's parties before," he roared. Octavia shot him a blank glare. "Oh, you were crazy!" He seemed less sincere about fixing things now. Who was she to say he was thinking logically and sincerely when he had drunk so much beer it could've killed him? In fact, how was he still alive, anyway? A true mystery, no doubt.
"Once, Soarin, once."
"Octi, I didn't take you for a partier! You must tell me more about this 'Vy' stallion. Don't tell me you're cheating again, though..." She handed Octavia a glass of wine subtly. She gave in and took a sip. She spit it out. The wine left a bitter taste in mouth at first. Celestia nudge her to take a second sip. After the second sip, she groaned in pleasure.
"Mm, that's good wine," she said. The flavor of the second sip had her forget the bitterness of the first."I'm really not much for Vinyl's parties. I prefer reading a book and drinking tea myself, but I try and make her parties when I can. And Vinyl's not a stallion, she's a mare. You've met her before, she goes by the DJ name DJ PON-3. And no, I'm not 'cheating', she's my best friend. I never cheated in the first place, though..."
"Oh, c-come now, Octi. You're at my party," Celestia teased. Octavia would've snapped back, but the wine had a calming sort of drug in it. It made the wine's effects must faster and stronger than usual.
"Our party, Celly." Soarin took advantage of Octavia's state, and pulled her under his hoof. She didn't fight back, though she could faintly hear a voice in the back of here head somewhere screaming bloody murder to get out, out!
"Fine, our p-party, Sore," Celestia stuck her tongue out. Soarin licked his lips, adding a wink at the end. Octavia glared at him, and so he apologetically rubbed her shoulders.
"Soar...I like it," he mumbled. Celestia chuckled. Oh, how she loved homonyms. Octavia reached for another glass of wine, sighing in buzzed ecstasy.
"Soar, I hope you can f-forgive me for barking at you earlier," she cooed. Stop, Octavia, just stop! He's filthy, raunchy, stereotypical, and...It's fine, Octavia. Everypony will forget what happened tomorrow anyway. They'll be too caught up in their hangovers. Also, they'll understand that you were drunk, so if doesn't matter what you say! Yes, it does! Even if you are drunk, you don't know how Soarin will use your words against you. He's not a bad guy, Octavia. But what about Celestia? Stop worrying yourself so much, 'Tavi'.
"Don't mention it, T-Tavi." He tried to plant another kiss on her, but she still had some sense left in her. She smacked his lips, only to snuggle into his neck.
"Don't kill the mood, Soar," she whispered angrily. Celestia giggled, hiccups interrupting her every now and then. She smirked, backing away slowly from the two.
"My work is done h-here, for now..." She whispered to herself. "G-Goodbye, Octi. I'll keep those socks if you...hic...change your mind. Anyway, Lulu wants to go now," she called to Octavia.
"Hah, it's been a pleasure, Tia." Octavia waved goodbye.
"Sorry, O-Octi, but Tia is reserved only to my p-precious Lulu. You can...h-hic!...call me Celly, though." Octavia nodded, smiling. Celestia walked off to catch up with Luna. Luna'd already prepared a carriage home. The two guards pulling the cart yawned, only to get a death glare from Luna. They both perked up after that.
Octavia glanced around. She finally noticed that she and Soarin were the only two left. Spitfire and Fleetfoot had left, she was just too busy to notice. She walked to the door slowly, getting ready to walk home at one in the morning. In Canterlot. With a crime rate of fifty percent. Suddenly, a shattering epiphany hit her like a rocket.
She and Soarin were both drunk, and there was nopony to take them home. Oh boy, were they going to get robbed or beaten or even...
"Celly!" She yelled, but to no avail. Celestia and Luna were gone. "Oh no..."