Author: Aethraspex
Prompt: A drunk pony sits next to you in a bar, thinks you’re their buddy and starts confessing “the truth”
Title: Over Drinks
So, you’re in a bar. You’re alone. The darkness outside presses against the windows with benthic pressure while the fluorescent lights hum idly on the roof. Taking another sip of your seventh, you hear a door swing open and creak shut. Suddenly, at your side, you find a purple unicorn pony with hot pink streaks in her mane.
“Hello,” you mumble.
“Hello,” she mumbles back.
“Do you come here often?” you inquire.
“No, this place is very new to me,” She replies. You nod slowly and revert your attention back to the liquid in front of you. “Actually, could you help me with something?” she asks.
“Sure, if you’d like,”
“Do you know which way Ponyville is from here?”
You contemplate the question, or at least let it simmer in the air for a minute or so. “Sorry, can’t remember,” Is all you can finally come up with. The pony slumps onto the bar with exasperation. For some reason, she swings her head slowly from side to side, lingering at certain points before laying it back down again.
“Don’t s’pose you could spare a drink, huh?” She says tentatively.
You slide over the pitcher of cider you have on your left. “Go ahead,” You say.
The unicorn pours a mug and takes decent swig. She places the vessel back on the bar and gazes at it ponderously. “Do you want to know the truth?” She asks. You look at her, pause, then nod. “You should stop drinking this stuff,” She states.
You take your mug in your hand and sip from it, letting taste of cider wash over your tongue while you reflect on your response.
“Yeah, maybe,” You say.