All around him, Spike could see the multiple bodies of dancing stallions and mares. Every way he looked, he was surrounded by a sea of ponies who were moving to the music. Spike, being no different than every pony else, was also dancing along. After all, he was at of Pinkie Pie’s famous Sunday night parties and this one was one of her best. It seemed like almost every pony in Ponyville had managed to squeeze into Sugarcube corner to take part in the fun.
There was a chocolate fountain, flashing lights, and Vinyl Scratch was playing her latest track. To Spike, it felt like the perfect party, except that he was alone. Spike had originally showed up with Twilight Sparkle and the rest of his friends, but they had soon lost each other in the madness. Deciding to find his companions, Spike exited the dance floor and made his way to the massive snacks table. There, he saw Pinkie Pie was busy devouring every piece of candy in sight.
“Hey, Pinkie!” Spike yelled so she would hear him over the sound of the music. Stopping from her eating, Pinkie lifted up her head and smiled when she saw her dragon friend.
“Spike!” she called. “You have to try some of this food. It’s incredible!”
“Well, you did spend all day making it.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Anyways, do you know where any pony else is?”
Pinkie Pie brought a hoof up to her chin and pondered this for a moment. Finally, she turned back to Spike with another massive smile.
“Sure do!”
“That’s great!”
That pony is over there,” she said pointing to a random stallion. “And that pony is over here. And that pony is over...”
“Pinkie,” Spike interrupted.
“Yes, Spike?”
“I meant our friends?”
“Oh, well I know Fluttershy wen’t home because she wasn’t feeling to well. Poor Flutters, she had a tummy ache.”
“And any pony still at the party?”
“Twilight’s over there, but I have to warn you about something before you go see her.”
“What’s that?” Pinkie then popped up next to spike and leaned in towards him.
“She’s a little....intoxcimicated.” Pinkie whispered.
“What?”
“You know! Twily’s had a few too many drinks, but on the bright side, this is the wildest I’ve ever seen her before!”
“So she’s drunk.”
“Yeppers! Isn’t that what I said?”
“Sure it was. Anyways, I better bring her home then.”
“Oh, okay. Goodnight, Spike! Ooh, and tell Twilight that she needs to be drunk more often!”
Spike just chuckled at his friend’s remark and made his way over to where Pinkie said Twilight was partying. Sure enough, he soon found her under a table, debating magic with a bowl of chips.
“Uh, Twi?”
“And I’m telling you it is possible!”
Spike remained momentarily confused before he realized she was still talking to her nachos. “Twilight, I think we should go home now. I don’t think that getting drunk at a party would look good for a princess’s reputation.”
“Oh yeah? Well, the spell may be hard, but it’s still doable!”
“Alright, smarty pants. I guess I’ll just have to carry you home like last time.”
“Oh really!? Just watch this!”
Before Spike could react, Twilight fired up a spell from her horn. The magical energy shimmered around them and finally a bright flash of light drowned out Spike’s view of the party scene.
Opening his eyes, Spike could see that he wasn’t at Sugarcube Corner anymore. In fact, he appeared to be back in his own bed. Looking around, the dragon realized that it was morning.
“Uh, he thought, rolling over, “Another Monday morning... Wait, morning!?” Looking at the clock on his wall, Spike realized that he had seriously slept in. “Oh jeez, Twilight’s going to kill me!”
Spike leapt out of bed, threw his door open, and rushed down the massive marble stairs. The dragon jogged throughout the massive castle he called a home, eventually reaching the kitchen. Spike opened the kitchen door, expecting Twilight to be waiting for him.
“I’m so sorry, Twilight. I know I overslept, but it’s just that we got home so late and...”
Looking around, Spike could see that Twilight was not up from her bed yet. The drake let a smile creep onto his lips as he realized the explanation for this.
“She must still be in bed. I guess all that alcohol practically put her into a coma.”
Spike then got started on his daily chores. He began to make breakfast, but as he did so, he couldn’t help but think of last night’s party.
“Have to admit,” Spike thought, flipping pancakes, “Pinkie really outdid herself. It was like the whole town was there. I hope every pony had a good time; I know I did. Yep, dancing, talking to Pinkie, seeing Twilight drunk, and...”
Now that he thought about it, Spike couldn’t remember anything beyond seeing Twilight. In fact, he couldn’t even recall how he had gotten back home. However, before he could try and think harder, the kitchen door slammed open and Twilight hustled in.
“Hey, Twi,” Spike greeted. “How are you feel...”
“Oh my Celestia, Spike. I am so sorry!”
Getting a good look at her, Spike saw that Twilight appeared not at all hungover, but nervous instead.
“Sorry for what?”
“I know I overslept, but it’s just that we got home so late and I was really tired.”
Spike, hearing his own words flung at him, was utterly confused.
“What are you talking about?”
“Please don’t try and pretend like I’m not late for doing my chores. I...I’ll get on them right away!” With that, Twilight hurried back out the kitchen. Spike then could faintly hear the sounds of books getting reshelved.
“Uh,” Spike groaned. “I better go see why she has a screw loose.”
The dragon walked out of the kitchen and followed Twilight into the library. Once he arrived, Spike saw her hurrying around the room, dusting shelves, sweeping the floor, and placing books back into their proper places.
“Seriously, Twilight,” Spike called. “What are you doing?”
“What am I doing? Oh, Spike, did I do something wrong!? Did I put a book in the wrong place or did I miss a spot on the floor?”
“What? No. I just want to know what...”
“Whatever it is, just tell me. I’ll do it again right away! Just please don’t send me away.” At this point, Twilight was tearing up and had embraced Spike’s waist in a massive hug.
“Send you away? Why, and more importantly how could I do that?”
“B...because I’m your number one assistant and I was late for my chores.”
Something in Spike’s head clicked and he grinned at the sobbing mare. Deciding to play along, he answered her.
“Oh, Twilight. I’m not going to send you away. Like you said, your my number one assistant.”
“Really!? Then you don’t mind that I overslept?” Twilight asked, beaming.
“Of course not! You work too hard anyways.”
“Oh thank you, Spike.” she squeaked, tightening her grip on Spike’s waist.
“No problem, Twi. Now just finish your morning chores.”
“Okay!”
For the rest of the day, Spike smiled as Twilight pretended that she was his assistant. He let her make him breakfast, help him make a few checklists, aided him in practicing his fire breathing, and even wrote a letter to Princess Celestia. Finally, the day was over and Spike and Twilight made their way to bed.
“Hey, Twi?” Spike asked, climbing into his bed.
“Yes, Spike?”
“Thanks for pretending to be my assistant today. I really enjoyed it?”
“Well I’m glad you appreciated my help, but what do you mean by pretending?”
Spike just giggled, impressed at how long Twilight was intending to keep up the charade. “I think you know what I mean. Anyways, I’d like it if things could go back to normal tomorrow. Okay?”
“Uh, okay then.”
Spike then whispered the same line he heard every single night spoken to him. “Goodnight, my number one assistant.”
“Goodnight, Spike.”