I wake up to the smell of cooking. I wrinkle my nose. If silvers food tasted as bad as it smells, then I was in a load of trouble. I get out of bed and open the door. The smell only got worse. I slowly walk down to the kitchen, dreading breakfast.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Silver says as I walk into the kitchen.
“I made breakfast!” Silver exclaims happily as she puts plates of blackened food on the table. I sit down and start poking the food with my fork. I spear something that looks like a rock cake and take a bite. Only, the cake is so hard it almost brakes my teeth. I spite the cake back out onto the table. I notice Silver hasn’t touched her plate at all.
“Do you even know how to cook?” I ask her.
“No.” Silver say, hanging her head. “The cinnamon buns looked easy on the box.”
“Wait, those were cinnamon buns? I thought they were rock cakes!” I say without thinking. Silver looked on the verge of crying. Oops.
“Here, I’ll show you how to make cinnamon buns.” I say more softly. I walk up to the counter and started to clean up some of the pans. I look in the cupboard and pull out some sugar and flour. I also grab cinnamon. I open the fridge and grab some eggs. I start mixing ingredients in a large mixing bowl. I shape the dough into cinnamon bun shapes and put the sugar glaze on them. I then pop them in the oven for half an hour.
“Where did you learn how to make cinnamon buns?” Silver pouts.
“Kirkwall.” I reply.
“I thought Kirkwall makes whisky.” Silver says frowning.
“We do make whisky, but we do other things too you know.” I reply.
Once the cinnamon buns were done I pulled them out of the oven. I got some plates and set them on the table. Silver looks at the cinnamon bun suspishly. Silver then looks at me as I eat my buns with a look of pleaser on my face. She finally takes a bite of her cinnamon bun. She suddenly looks mad.
“How come you can cook so well and I can’t?” She asks angrily.
“W-well how often do you cook?” I stutter in shock at her outburst.
“Almost never.” She mumbles.
“Well, how will you get better without practice?” I ask, my confidence back.
“You can’t.” She admits.
“Which is why you should practice. Aaand maybe read the instructions on the box.” I tell her. “Now I’m going to go look for a job.” And with that, I leave Silvers house and fly back over to the for hire sigh I saw yesterday. I take a closer look. Turns out, its an alcohol brewery. Apparently, they want someone with knowledge in brewing whisky. And like Silver said before, Kirkwall is well known for their whisky. Heck, my grandpa taught me to make whisky when I was ten, so this was going to be a breeze. I and by the front door and walk in.
“Hello, I’m here for the job application.” I call out into the almost deserted room. A door opens up to my right.
“Come right on in.” a tired voice drifts through the now open door. I walk into the room and see a large green Pegasus sitting behind a desk.
“Have a seat.” The pony says as he motions towards an empty seat. I sit do as he says and sit down.
“Do you have any experience in making whisky?” he asks.
“Yeah, my grandpa taught me how to make whisky when I was still living in Kirkwall.” I reply. The pony perks up when he hears that I’m from Kirkwall. What is wrong with these ponies about me being from Kirkwall?
“Kirkwall eh? Well in that case your hired.” The pony says. He opens a drawer in the desk and pulls out some papers. ‘What the hell? Did I just get a job because I’m from Kirkwall?’
“I’m going to need you to sign this paper saying that I’m not responsible for any accidents that happen to you.” He says as he hands me the papers. I give him a confused look.
“What? The last person that had this job took a sledgehammer to his leg and then tried to sue me.” He says. I couldn’t complain since I needed the job and if the guy didn’t want to get sued, well, fine by me. I sign the papers and hand them back to him.
“So, when do I start?” I ask.
“How about tomorrow at 9’oclock?” he asks in return.
“Sounds good.” I reply. After we shake hoofs, I leave and head back to Silvers house. On the way back, I run into Rainbow Dash.
“Hey Shadow, what’s up?” she asks.
“I just got a job.” I reply.
“Cool, where do you work at?” she asks.
“A brewery.” I reply.
“Funny cause I was just about to tell you, pinky pie has challenged you to a drinking contest.” Rainbow Dash says.
“Wait, what!?! Why?!?” I ask.
“Something about how she can drink more booze then a Kirkwall pony.” Rainbow Dash says as she shrugs her shoulders. Oh, it was on!
“What time?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Tonight at nine.” Rainbow Dash replies.
“I’ll be there.” I say as I started to walk the short distance back to Silvers house. There was no why in hell that I was going to let Pinky beat me in a drinking contest. When I got to Silvers house, Silver was in the front yard.
“Hey Shadow, back so soon?” Silver asks me.
“Yah, I start work tomorrow.” I say. “Oh, and I have a drinking contest later tonight with Pinky Pie.”
“Oh, that’s wonder- A DRINKING CONTEST!?!” Silver shrikes. “WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU ENTER A DRINKING CONTEST?!?”
“I’m defending my honor as a Kirkwall pony.” I say nervously. “And can you take it down a notch? I think the entire neighborhood can hear you.”
“Drinking’s bad for your health! And you’ll kill yourself trying to beat Pinky Pie, she is practically immune to alcohol!” she says in a lower tone of voice.
“Well I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t try!” I try to explane.
“What is with stallions and defending their egos?” Silver says. And with that, she turns around and heads back into her house. You stare after her in confusion. Sometimes you really wonder how man managed to live so long with the rage of woman.