//------------------------------// // L70 // Story: A little loopy. // by FaelaArts //------------------------------// In a decrepit old bar in Las Pegasus, a mare walked in. “Just give me something light, bartender.” A white mare with curly pink hair took a seat on one of the stools, noticing that a few stallions were glancing to her with greedy eyes. As her drink was placed down, she put some bits on the table, and picked up her drink. Taking a sip, she paid attention to the taste this time. ’Strange, it actually tastes a little better. Is it an acquired taste?’ Taking another sip, Sweetie still didn’t think she’d ever fully enjoy it, but it was drinkable, that much she knew. When she had come up with the idea to turn into an adult after learning how Celestia did it, she was expecting to have something more exciting to do. ’Alas, anything I could have done, has already been done for the most part.’ Sweetie took another sip of her drink, blinking as a stallion sauntered over to sit next to her. “Hey, are you an angel? If so, what are you doing in such a run down cheap bar?” The stallion smiled, and Sweetie blushed. Wait, why did she blush? Sweetie hadn’t meant to blush! Looking down at her drink, she felt her mouth go squiggly. “I’m not an angel,” she mumbled. “Just somepony here to try alcohol for the first time.” Celestia dammit why had she said that? What was wrong with her? Sweetie took another sip of her alcohol. “Then, my dear, you have much to learn. Would you like a recommendation on where to start?” The stallion pulled a drink that was bubbling out from behind him, smiling like an idiot. Sweetie took it, giving a grateful smile. “Thanks, but I’d rather just take it slow for now.” Placing the drink down, Sweetie caught the scowl, but it was gone so quick she had trouble remembering it. Her mind felt...buzzy. “Come on, trust me. This drink is slow, but it will rock your world.” The stallion leaned closer, touching Sweetie on the back and smiling. Sweetie found him absolutely charming, and blushed again. “Well, one more drink couldn’t hurt,” she spoke. Taking a sip, her head exploded into a wonderland of flavour. A lot of it was bad, but there was a small part of her that wanted more. And so, Sweetie drunk more. Soon enough, the cup was empty. Turning, Sweetie tried to open her mouth to thank the stallion, only to find something had magically transformed him. “Come, let us dance.” The beautiful stallion before her held out a hoof, and, blushing, she took it and was led to the stage. As they danced, her head swum with colors and sounds, and everything was incredibly bright. More drinks arrived, and she faintly saw the stallion put some sort of dissolving pain pill into her drink. “Here, have a drink.” The stallion was like the gospel to Sweetie right now. All she wanted to do was do everything he said. So, she gulped down the drink with no regard, her head spinning as the music thumped around her. The stallion twirled her around to the music, and she squealed with glee. Time had lost all meaning, and so had the amount of drinks she had ingested. Sweetie had no idea what she was doing, and only had eyes for the stallion. Eventually, he leaned in close, caressing her neck. “Come, let’s go somewhere private for the real show.” Following the stallion to a side alleyway, Sweetie vomited on the pavement as he unlocked a door, leading her into a decrepit room. It was really strange, there was only a bed in it. “Lay down,” he ordered, but Sweetie hesitated. Maybe it was the change of location, but something in her mind was warning her. Brain completely burned out, all she could do was look to the bed in confusion. The stallion quickly grew impatient, and pulled her to the bed, forcing her to lay down on it. “Easy now, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” The stallion smiled, and Sweetie tried to concentrate through the haze around her. Surprisingly, the headache beating against her head was actually helping in that regard, helping her focus. Sweetie took a moment longer to slowly battle through the haze, and then widened her eyes. Slap! “Let me go!” Sweetie began to struggle, but she was so weak. It was as if all her energy had been drained away. The stallion smiled, ignoring her weak slap, slowly getting closer to Sweetie. Closing her eyes, Sweetie began to cry. “No, please.” CRASH! Something crashed into the room, but Sweetie couldn’t see it from her view. The stallion glared at it, before suddenly being knocked into the wall to Sweetie’s right so hard, he flew straight through it. And the next one, and the one after that. Sweetie tried to lift herself to see whom had saved her, but suddenly felt a spell hit her. It was a weak spell, but one she reconised as the knockout spell from her book. Going unconscious, she wondered vaguely what was next for her. Sweetie jolted awake, noticing she was once more a filly. Head pounding, and not because of the normal reason, she groaned and glanced toward her bedside. There was a box of tablets labelled ‘hangover pills’ on it. Was that what this was? Sweetie used her magic, groaning as her headache intensified, and took one pill with some water before curling into a ball. What felt like hours passed as the pain slowly lessened over time. Sitting up, Sweetie looked around her room, noticing a note had been placed next to where the hangover pills had been set. Picking it up, Sweetie only saw a single cutie mark drawn on the page. It was one she recognised as Starswirl’s. “So, it is you.” Sighing, Sweetie placed it back down on the table. Laying back down on her bed, she shuddered. Sweetie had very little memory past accepting the drink from that stallion, but she had no doubts it had ended badly, but not for her even thought it had been close to doing so. “Thank you.”