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// 6 Scratch 2 by Lyra_lover777 
// Story: Rhythm and Harmony: The Octascratch Prompt Collab 
// by lyra_lover777 
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																Scratch 2 by Lyra_lover777(me!)




Drunk.
Everyone gets drunk.
And everyone who's been drunk knows that, well, once you're to far gone, there's no coming back until the morning with a lousy hangover.
But anyways, Octavia and Vinyl Scratch were in the deepest depths of the word drunk. The were barely able to trot home, much less steer there bodies so they didn't hit anything.
Right?
Well, anyways, a drunken Vinyl, who was sloppily kissing Octavia on the neck, stumbled over a loose cobblestone in the road. She feel sideways and her horn dug deep into the side of a small carriage that was well over the amount of money Vinyl would make in a year.
Or possibly her life, since it all went down the drain every time she got drunk.
Stuff happens.
Anyways, with her horn stuck in the expensive carriage's caboose, she pulled and began trotting along. She trotted until her horn popped free of the screeching metal of the vehicle.
She and Octavia looked behind themselves to see the carriage split in half, the top landing several feet away from its matching half.
And it's owner, the richest pony in Canterlot, Fancy Pants, had decided it was time to go home at that very moment.
In his new car.
But when he got outside, he saw two drunk mares standing next to his wrecked carriage. His face controted in anger as he set off after them. But being in a state of drunkenness himself, he tripped over a carriage part that had sprung free when it had become wrecked.
He toppled and rolled around the street. He was bowling quickly down the street, unable to control his movements. Octavia and Vinyl were in front of him, but barely, as their failed attempts at galloping left them wiping out across the whole road.
But soon the rolling ball of white fur that was Fancy Pants hit two mares, and all three were rolling down the road together like a giant white and gray snowball.
Soon, a manhole appeared. It stunk of filth and urine. It had been left open by the construction ponies so they could work on it in the morning.
The pony snowball barreled towards the stinking hole, screaming louder.
Suddenly they plopped into the whole.
Screams of disgust and cries for help could be heard throughout the Canterlot night as the three ponies began to partially drown in feces.