//------------------------------// // Memories of last night // Story: Generations to come. // by GalaxyFlower //------------------------------// Groan What happened? Ugh... I've never had this much of a headache before. Hangover Hm... I never drink though. I rub the side of my forehead, hoping to regain some memories of yesterday. "Hey, do you want to come with me to one of my favorite places in Canterlot?" Confetti Comet asked. "Hmm.." I stammered." Sure." Alright! I'll pick you up at your place at 7:00!" He smiled."Where's your house?" I blink. Uh oh. I didn't buy a house yet... and after that try to barge into the castle for lunch, I don't think they want to see me wandering around there again, looking for a place to rest. "Um, I'll just meet you at your place." I say. What? Bad excuse? "Alright." He agrees, scribbling down his address onto a napkin for me. He hands the partially crumbled napkin to me. -o- 7:00 and I'm still walking to his house. I read the napkin and decide I'll just ask for directions. 327 Woodcarver Avenue. Canterlot, EQ 6733. Title: Marble wood Manor Confusing, but I guess I understand. I think about this "come over thing" as a date. I've had some play dates before. With my friends. But that was foal's play. I look to my right, and see it: Marble wood Manor carved into a wooden sign in huge letters. Was this a factory? Company? No, this was far too big to be any average pony's home. I knock on the door. "Oh hi!" Comet yells. I barely hear him over the racket going on inside the business place. "This is my dad's company." He explains."It is soon to be mine." "What do you make?" I scream, increasing my voice to it's maximum level. "Cupcakes! Our special decorations are meteor designed cupcakes, in Canterlot, we have many meteor showers so... here we are!" He smiles widely. I hope he doesn't expect me to like sweets that much. Because I'm not going to be his taste tester for that mountain of boxed cupcakes. "Um, let's head out." I smile. I hope that changed the subject. "Sure!"He nods his head. Phew. "Well, here we are!" He smiles, presenting a bar titled,"The Drunken Majesty" A bit strange for a bar name, but I guess I'll go with it. We walk in, and I nearly slip on a spill on the floor. I look over. Good, he didn't see that embarrassing dance pose I just did. "Hello, Comet! The usual?" The bartender, Crescent Goblet, as his name tag says, yells over, waving his hoof at us. "Yep! The lady will have..." He yells, waiting for me to complete the sentence for him. I don't know any names of alcoholic drinks. I don't drink at all in the castle. So I read off the bottle with the largest font on it. "Apple Teaser ale." I say, trying not to squint. "Ah, the lady has quite a keen taste in beer." Crescent smiles, praising my "good taste" in beer. He pours the foamy substances into mugs and slides it over to our end of the table. "Hi there." A colt says in a flirty voice next to me. "Hi." I say, dully. "I'll have what she's having!" The colt yells over to Crescent."I'm Eclipse Forest by the way." "Sun star." I smile, and I take a sip of the bitter, foamy drink. "Um, hey!" Comet yells, trying to get my attention back. I sigh, great. I see what's going on. This is going to be a long night. I grumble, falling into my makeshift bed. So, two colts are trying to get my love over to them. Ugh, what pressure I'm in right now. I walk into the Pony days inn, and pour a cup of coffee for myself. It cures the hangover by a little, but I'll have to subside the pain. I already sent a letter to Twilight, asking if she could raise the sun and the moon. I better hurry up... I don't want to be a pain in the hoof. ~o~ Day two, no colts. "Aw, man... this is taking longer than I thought." I say, holding a cup of coffee in between my hooves. Moon Ribbon, what a great idea. Who likes a pony with a lame name like this? "Um, excuse me." A colt says. I move to the side. "Thank you," He smiles. You know what? If they don't come to me... I'll come to them. "Hi!" I yell back, forcing a wide smile. "Um... hi!" He says, walking away slowly. I follow him, trying to make conversation. "So, nice weather." I grin. "Thank Rainbow Dash." He says, and walks away. I growl. If only he knew. "Oof!" I yell, bumping into a blue pony... or should I say handsome colt. Either way, I spilled my coffee. "Sorry!" He yells. He holds out a hoof to help me up. "Lotus Eclipse." He smiles. "Luna- I mean, Moon Ribbon." I stammer."No problem." I guess. He smiled and helped me up. Something in his bag had rung, and he jumped. "I-I'm sorry I have to go, I'll see you later!" He yelled, as he scurried away, handing me a business card that he wrote on. I pouted. Well there goes love at first sight. -o- Moon gazers Scientists of the round object we call the Moon What a nice title for a laboratory. I hate it already. There is a giant telescope sticking out at the side, pointing at, yes, the moon. I had to trudge here as it started to snow. Because he left me. I knock on the cold, barred up metal door. "Oh. You must be lost we-" The elder looking pony started. I showed him the business card grumpily. "Ah. Lotus! Visitor!" He yelled."You must be the girl Lotus bumped into. He was talking about you all morning!" Lotus, who heard this, trotted down the stairs yelling," I was not!" I giggled a bit. Now, we were both blushing. "I'm his dad, Moonlight Burst! We all dedicate our lives to-" He smiled. "Dad." Lotus mumbled. It seems this spell has altered my personality. Why am I so happy? " Honey! Who's the visitor?" I see a blue shaded pony squeal. His mom I suppose. "This is my wife, Mystic Luna-light!" He grinned widely. "And we're all a happy family!" Mystic and Moonlight yelled, in a sing-song voice. I giggled. It was a laugh that didn't belong to me. But it came out naturally. "Let's go Moon, I'm sure you can't stand much more of this." Lotus mumbled, an annoyed look on his face. "Go where?" I asked. "Didn't you read the back of the card?" He asked, confused. Then I remember, he scribbled something on the back. I flip the card over, and it read,'Let me repay you for spilling your coffee. Dinner, my treat.' "Oh! It's okay!" I gasp. I caught his shoulders slumping two millimeters. "Alright, fine. But I'm paying too. It doesn't feel right letting you pay." I smile. He smiles. "Have fun!!" His parents yell from the door of the laboratory. "Bye." He says. I just wave. I never liked good byes. A shiver goes up my spine. "Are you cold?" He gasps. "N-no, I'm fine." I stammer. I don't want to be more of a trouble than I already am. He spreads out his wing, and wraps it around me. "Th-thanks..." I grumble. Great. Now he feels he should use his colt wings to warmth my body. After a few minutes of trudging in the thin layer of snow that built up, we got to the restaurant. The Hay Plate. Interesting name choice. We walk in, and there are several ponies sipping on hay cocoa, the waiter pony leads us to a table next to a window, and I look out at the snow. "Beautiful, huh?" He smiles, gazing at the snow, falling peacefully onto the floor. We wait for the menus to come. We wait by staring out into the ocean of snow.