The early evening’s colors danced across the Canterlot Castle’s private lake as the weekly cocktail party for nobles and dignitaries proceeded as planned. Celestia stood in the middle of the party quietly thinking on matters more pressing to her daily life. She was most certainly happy that the patriarchal outbursts of Luna against spike had died down. There was a point where at every meal Spike and Luna would have a yelling match, but the last one was at breakfast almost five days ago.
Celestia was a bit worried about Spike even though he had been cooperating, somewhat, with the psychiatrist. Luna seemed to think that the Boy was overacting to his friends’ death but Tia was positive that he hadn't lived long enough to have acquired the sister’s shields against the pains of immortality. In all fairness Tia wasn't sure she had acquired the methods to cope with immortality, she did, in her own way, deeply regret Twilight’s death. She rather thought that Luna was incorrect in her assumption of Spike’s mental state.
From the corner of her eye, the Princess saw Spike, with the entirety of one of Discord’s bottles of scotch from Saddle Arabia 1305, blatantly making out with one of the Noble girls from his school. Normally Celestia would haven’t reacted the way she did, she was not of the hysterical variety, but she almost screamed at spike, instead it came out as a small, very angry, noise. She spun around, her white and golden gown twirling around her, and stalked over to where Luna was conversing with the Prime minister of the Minotaur.
“Luna!” Celestia hissed “Luna that boy has gone off the rails again!”
Luna’s eye brows arched as if to say ‘He can’t have gone off the rails that badly, do you remember the last time Tia?’ instead Luna simply responded with a polite.
“Whatever do you mean dearest sister?” asked the younger of the two sisters taking a sidecar from the nearest server.
“I mean,” snarled the other “He is defiling young ladies at my party with Scotch that could floor both you and I because it is so old,”
“Tia so what if the boy is taken to drink,” Luna responded politely “We all have vices, after all you cannot tell me that you would be willing to give up cake,”
Luna continued “I would not be willing to give up video games and Discord, even as a reformed man, will not give up the creation of chaos, perhaps however a diet for you is in order,”
“Ha! I wouldn't give up cake if my life depended upon it … oh,” Tia smiled sheepishly “I may see your point dearest sister, perhaps I will simply remove spike from the party politely,”
“Good idea Tia,” Luna nodded to her sister “I’m going to return to the party now; my drink is dry,”
Luna exited the veranda and approached the bar, her blue ruffled dress swaying in the breeze. Celestia too exited the veranda and began to look for Spike. It was not hard to find him quickly, she just followed the sound of young laughter. Tia found him with Charlotte what-is-their-names, the daughter of the baron of Trottingham. Tia couldn't help but look peeved. She wasn't even that close to the two children and she could already see their tongues.
Tia was not about to continue watching this display of passionate teenage drunken love. She cleared her throat gaining the attention of her only “son”.
“Shit, babe can we not do this right now my… guardian is standing over your shoulder,” Spike slurred.
“I’m sure he can wait can’t you sir?” the girl replied to her make out partner and his “Guardian”.
Spike paled and Celestia giggled. Obviously Spike hadn't told her and she couldn't see over her own shoulder. She was trying to be polite Celestia reminded herself.
“ No I cannot wait Miss Charlotte,” Celestia said in her most regal and benevolent voice “ Unfortunately my son needs to return to his apartments, he has a polo game tomorrow that he cannot have a hangover as to not inhibit getting up on time,”
The girl looked like a deer in the head lights as she turned to see one of her rulers and her boyfriend’s mother.
“Your Highness, I’m so sorry I did not mean to disobey your wishes,” The girl curtsied deeply.
“You have done nothing wrong my dear girl,” Celestia said smiling radiantly “My son, I suspect, has not finished his homework and should return to his rooms immediately,”
“Of course you highness” The Girl replied as she rushed off to join her parents.
“Why did you have to go and do that Mom?” Spike rolled his eyes, “I was having fun”
“ I don’t really care,” Tia said furiously “You’re going to your room, and no more playing that poor girl, if you like her court her properly,”
Spike made a small sarcastic snort as he started to walk towards the east veranda, Celestia decided that she should go with him to make sure he returned to his rooms. The two of them walked through the halls and antechambers of Canterlot castle silently until they came to the door that was marked Spike. Spike pulled out his key, Tia had thought that giving the boy his privacy would have given him a sense of security, and opened the door to his private sitting room.
“Spike, May I have the scotch bottle that you have been drinking from?” Tia asked quietly.
The boy looked at her as if she had just hit him. He seemed like he may have returned the bottle to his “mother”. Eventually the boy smirked and took another swig before sitting on one of the sofas that were symmetrically placed throughout the room.
“Spike,” Tia took a step closer to the boy
“What do you want from me?” the boy shouted “Do you want me to behave well? Do you want me to stop embarrassing you? To stop sleeping around?”
Tia stood aghast her mouth open a little.
“ Because that isn't going to happen,” The boy yelled, “ I’m not okay, I’m lonely, horny and all I want to do is drink something that burns,”
Tia held her head high but let her eyes show the compassion that she felt towards him.
“The only woman who understood what I’m going through is dead and I don’t know who I can tell the truth,” The boy half-shouted/half-sobbed “I’m expected to be okay and appear like I’m ready to be back in public a month and a half after I lost my best friend,”
Tia watched as Spike dropped the bottle of scotch onto the floor.
“I’ve lost everything and no one cares, I have no family and I’m stuck in a castle that feels like I’m nothing more than a disobedient boy whose only love comes from the tabloids,” the boy broke out into a full on sob.
Tia walked over to the couch where Spike was sitting and sat down next to him. As the boy continued to cry she wrapped her arms around him. Spike continued crying into her shoulder.
“When I lost Luna, I felt the same way for nearly 600 years,” Tia said almost crying herself “ I know you miss Twilight, Truly I miss her as well, but do not lie to yourself you do have a family within these walls,”
The boy looked at her with eyes that just couldn't be lied to and live. Tia realized what she had done. She had made him feel like for the first time in nearly a month and a half that someone understood what it was like to lose everything to immortality.
Tia held Spike in her arms for the next quarter of an hour until she heard soft snores coming from the boy. She stood up and fixed her dress in the large mirror hanging over a small table in the sitting room. She walked out of the room and back to the party. Tia marched up to her younger sister.
“I had to make him cry and tell me everything to get it.” Tia said before she stalked off to get a gin martini.
Luna looked down and saw a bottle of 700 year old scotch.