It was two hours before the drinking competition with Pinkie, and here I was trying to talk some sense into Silver Heart.
“Silver, if I do this, I will forever remembered as the stallion who was too chicken to take on Pinkie!” I argued.
“You will not be remembered for a stupid drinking contest, no matter if you win or lose!” she argued back.
“Well if I back out now, then I could develop a bad habit of never finishing what I started!” I retorted.
“And how is drinking a good habit?” she asks.
“It’s not! But that’s beside the point!” I replied.
“That is not beside the point!” Drinking is bad for you, especially in large amounts at one time. Plus you just got out of the hospital yesterday, and you start work tomorrow too! So you really picked the worst night possible to drink, and how do you expect me to marry an alcoholic?” she demanded.
“When I make a promise I kee- w-wait, what?” I stammered as the realization of what she just said finally caught up with my brain. It also appeared that it had caught up with Silvers brain too, seeing as her face had turned scarlet. She just stood there trying to come up with something that might save herself.
“Um, i-I think the bathroom sink is running!” she stammered as she bolted into the house. What the hell? Did she just say she wanted to marry me? And made it sound like I wanted to marry her? I was going to have to deal with this matter later. Right now, I had to fly to Ponyville. It wouldn’t do at all if I arrived late.
I speed off into the gathering dusk, confident that I was going to beat Pinkie. I barely paused to wave hi to the few Pegasus that were still out walking or flying. Soon, I was passed the Cloudsdale city limits, heading as fast as I can to the distant town of Ponyville.
As soon as I arrived, I was greeted by Apple Jack.
“How ya doing there sugarcube?” Apple Jack asks me.
“Fine right now, but I’’ll be better when I beat Pinkie in the drinking contest.” I replyed.
“Good luck with that, Pinkie has never been beaten in a drinking contest.” Apple Jack informs me.
“Well I haven’t lost a drinking contest ether, so it looks like tonight one of us is going to be losing their winning streak, and it’s not going to be me.” I replied with confidence. Apple Jack chuckles.
“Well then, you better get going, it’s almost time for the contest.” She reminds me. I thank her and head towards The Blue Moon where the contest is being held.
When I got there, I saw what appeared to be half the town crowding into the small pub. There were so many ponies in there that it was nearly impossible for me to squeeze in to get to the table that Pinkie was sitting at.
“Are you ready to lose Shadow?” Pinky asks as I take a seat.
“I think you mean, are you ready to lose.” I replied. While me and Pinkie were talking, the bar tender walked up to explain the rules.
“The drinking contest will not end until somepony pukes or passes out, whichever comes first. First pony to puke or pass out loses. Each round you will drink 3 shots of whisky. In order to go on to the next round you have to finish all the whisky. That is all.” The bar tender says before he brings the first round of whisky to the table.
When the bar tender gives the signal to begin, I down the shots as fast as I could. When I finished my shots, I was shocked to find that Pinky was already done with hers. When the next round arrived I kept my eyes on Pinky. To my total amazement, Pinky somehow finishes her shots before I could touch my own. I started to worry about my ability to beat Pinky. The next 5 rounds pass with Pinky finishing her shots before I could finish one of my own. At round 6, Pinky started to slow down, I was finally able to finish one shot before she could finish as of hers. But by this time I was heavily intoxicated, but pinky looked like she hadn't drunk a single shot! By round 8, I knew that it was a lost cause, but I decided to see how long I could last before I passed out. I made to round 11 before I puked.
“Pinky Pie is the winner!” the bar tender says over the loud cheering that has erupted from the crowd. Defeated, I stumble out from the pub and collapse on the ground. For the first time in my life, I had actually lost a drinking contest.
“Hey, are you OK mister?” a filly’s voice says right next to me. Startled, I start to answer her, when a sudden blue bolt of lightning hits both me and the young filly, knocking us out of equestrian into a new land.