//------------------------------// // Hang(up)over // Story: Life of the Party // by Ori //------------------------------// I groaned, my eyes slowly fluttering open. They were met with a lot of light, so I squeezed them shut again. I heard somepony move next to me. "Oh, you're awake!" I slowly opened my eyes again, this time prepared. Red was sitting over me, a concerned look on his face. Focusing my gaze on my hoof, which I lifted out from under the covers of the bed I was in, I noted that it seemed to be connected to my foreleg. Which is usually a good thing, even as a living pinata. On examining it closer, I saw that it seemed to be attached to the leg with a piece of tape. "Red? What... happened?" He rubbed the back of his head. "Well, after you... ahem, spazed out, we all took a closer look. I noticed how much you looked like my sister, and how much that voice sounded like her. So I put the pieces together... and yeah. I had Dad bring you upstairs, along with the candy that fell out of your body. We placed it back in through the broken hoof, and taped up any of the holes that had opened. The party kinda just ended after that. Everypony went home, and we went to bed." I rubbed my eye, yawning. "So it's the morning then?" He nodded. "Yeah. It's almost noon, we were getting worried you might not wake up." He sighed, leaning on his hoof. "Pina, what happened? Why are you..." He gestured to my whole body. I tried sitting up, my left side aching. He helped me. "I don't know...? I just went upstairs last night, and it happened like 20 minutes later. Then I think I fainted, and woke up when you came in. You know what happened from that point on..." Looking down at where it hurt, I saw more tape patching up a crack in my side. I poked it, only to make myself flinch. "Where's White? Downstairs?" He nodded. "Yeah, he's eating. We've all taken shifts watching you." I heard a growling noise, which I noted came from his stomach. He blushed. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" He shook his head. I smiled, ruffling his hair with my hoof. "Go get some food, I'll be fine. I'll head down in a minute, and then we can figure... this out." He frowned. "Are you sure you'll be ok?" I rolled my eyes. "Look, I can still do magic, and sort of walk. I'm sure I can make it down some steps." He pouted, getting off the bed. "Go, go now." He stuck his tongue out at me, before trotting out. I groaned, flopping down on the bed; the candy inside me shook around, reminding me of my current predicament. Rolling onto my stomach, I pushed myself up; only to feel a jolt of pain shoot from my hoof through my body. I yelped, taking the weight off that leg, I looked at it, noting it was the leg with the broken hoof. "Well, isn't that just great..." I used the bed, and then the wall, to pull myself over to the door. "Who needs four legs anyway..." Using my magic to open the door, I limped out into the hall, and carefully descended the stairs. It was certainly a task, but I managed. I heard White's voice from the other room. "-and you're sure she's fine?" I made my way towards their conversation, finally entering the dining room. Red was sitting across from White, both eating cereal. As soon as I stepped through the doorway, all eyes were on me. White suppressed a grin. "Oh, hey... PINATA." He snorted, getting a glare from Red. He elbowed him, coughing. White just rolled his eyes, as I pulled myself over to the table. "As funny as this is, I guess I should still apologize. That poison joke sandwich I gave you yesterday had much more of an effect than I thought it would." As I reached the table and took a seat, I looked at him, raising my eyebrow. "Ok... I don't know what poison joke is, but what I'm getting from this is that this is all your fault. Which means I'm going to kill you." He held his hooves up, suppressing the urge to laugh more. "Poison joke is just a little prank plant, you'll be fine, don't worry. There's a cure and everything. I just thought it would be kind of funny to see what it would happen. Still... PINATA COLADA! That's GENIUS!" He burst out giggling like a little filly. "Priceless!" Red sighed, leaning into his hooves. "Anyway... he told me when I came down, because apparently once he knew you were fine he was fine admitting it. All we have to do is head over to a town named Ponyville to get the cure, some spa has it there." I folded my forelegs on the table, placing my head on them. "So by that, you mean WHITE is going over to Ponyville to get it before something actually does happen to me?" Both of us looked at him, before he shook his head. "Actually, no. It's a treatment they have there. You'll have to go over there yourself." My eye twitched. "You mean... I need to go out in PUBLIC, like THIS?" He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. I lifted my head up, shaking it profusely. "NO. NO WAY am I walking around town like this!" He shrugged, that stupid grin on his face. "Oh well. Hope you like being a walking party favor." I groaned, slamming my head into the table. He was going to pay for this, oh yes. "Why... WHY MEEEE!" Red and I stood at the front door, as I anxiously tapped my hooves together. The two of us were going to head to Ponyville to get the cure, while White would run the club and such while we were gone. He had complained, but this was his fault in the first place, and he was overruled 2 to 1. I looked at Red, pouting. "Do we REALLY need to do this?" He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I wish we didn't have to. But we obviously do." I frowned, fiddling with my broken hoof. "But I can't even walk right at the moment! And I'll no doubt attract the attention of literally everypony. Come onnnnnn..." White poked his head around the corner to look at us. "Well, you don't actually HAVE to walk, you know." The two of us looked at him, confused. He just grinned. "You could just have Red carry you; like, pretend to be an actual pinata. It'd probably save you on train fare too." My eyes widened, and I immediately shook my head. "NUH UH. NOPE. I'm not getting hauled around like some object! Are you crazy?!" He shrugged. "Well you ARE a pinata right now. You technically are an object. A walking, talking one, but an object nonetheless. And otherwise you'll have to limp your way all the way over to the station, with everypony staring. It's your choice, I was just trying to help." I blew him a rasberry, before Red placed a hoof on my shoulder. "Pina... he has a point. It would probably be a lot easier that way, and you're really light right now. I could carry you without much trouble..." I groaned. "Don't tell me you're taking his side now!" He frowned. "No, I'm just being realistic. And I don't know why you'd mind so much, this would be more extra work for me than you anyway." He turned towards the door. "Come on, just let me carry you to the station, at least. You can decide what you want to do from there." I looked at the ground, grumbling. "Ghh... fine. It's going to be a pain trying to stay still that long though..." I trotted towards him, mumbling to myself. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this..."