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// Prompt #522: Drink, Drink, Drink 
// Story: Ponywatching 
// by ThunderTempest 
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Four steins hit the table, and Twilight let out a sigh of approval.

“You know, as much as I miss Applejack, her descendants make one heck of a cider.”

“Indeed!” boomed Luna, having lost any and all control over her volume after her first drink. “Thy friends are purveyors of beverages most fine!”

“And you would know good cider, wouldn’t you, Princess Hedonist?” smirked Celestia, her own normally impassive face flushed.

“Thou swore to never mention that name again, Celestia!”

“Oh, this I must hear,” said Cadence, as she refilled the mugs. In theory, she was there to ensure that there was still a Princess who didn’t have a headache the next morning and could thus lower the moon, and raise the sun. However, she usually volunteered for Sober Duty because once Celestia and Luna got drunk, all sorts of interesting stories got pulled up. Especially so once Twilight was drunk enough to not care how she was acting around Celestia in particular.

“Well, this was in the early days of when we were ruling Equestria. A lot of the old warrior culture was still around, and it was basically tradition that after a battle, everypony got drunk in celebration.”

“LA LA LA LA LA! We are not listening to thy foul lies, Celestia!” Cadence tuned Luna out by utilising her years of foalsitting experience. Twilight cast a silence spell on the Princess of the Moon, and Celestia mouthed the words ‘Thank you’ to Twilight.

“Anyway,” continued, “It was shortly after Sombra. We had returned, and found the usual feast waiting. I was tired, so I had one or two drinks, and then excused myself. Luna, however, used to always be the one who fully engaged in the revelry.” A slow smirk begun to work itself across Celestia’s face.

“So much so, that particular night, that from what I hear, once the food was all eaten, and most of the drinks had been drunk, Luna intended to cast a fire spell, to close out the night. Unfortunately, she got it a bit wrong. She cast a heat spell.”

Twilight and Cadence looked at the silently fuming Luna, and burst out laughing.

“So, when I got up the next morning,” laughed Celestia, “She was on the head table in a compromising position with two earth ponies and a selection of vegetables. The rest of the party never managed to make it out of the hall, either. Nopony could look any other in the eyes for days afterwards. The ponies then took to calling Luna the Princess of Hedonism, or Princess Hedonist. And of course, I never let her forget it anytime the drinking started for years after.”

“Oh, ha ha,” muttered Luna, having finally worked her way through Twilight’s silence spell. “Say what thou liketh, Celestia, we had fun. Or perhaps we should tell Twilight and Cadence of...the Swamp Monster? Or perhaps the time thou wast called The Dawnbreak Of Equestria, She Whose Mane Smells Like Dew On A Fresh Summer Morn, She Whose Hooves Are As Gentle As Autumn Leaves Falling.”

****Time****

“In fairness, Luna, I think the Court Announcer was rather infatuated with me. Somepony switched out my official title list for one of his love poems. He got halfway down before he realised what he was reading,” said Celestia, taking another drink.

“It only makes it funnier,” stage-whispered Luna, “when you know that that was also the day she was due to negotiate a peace treaty with the Griffons. She was introduced to their King as ‘She Whose Coat Is As White As The Most Perfect Of Clouds’. He never quite let her forget that until he died.”

“To silly names!” cried Celestia, raising her mug.

“To silly names!” echoed the other three, and they drank.