What is my life really? What will I do? It was the question I was asking myself as I was drinking another glass of whiskey, something my stupid current persona would never drink. Well, I drunk with my future father in law because the stupid mare had the good idea of making me stay at her parents’ place. They were nice ponies although very trusting.
“Bad time for you, hey?” asked me the bartender.
“Shut up, Frank. just give me another one.”
“Not in a good mood today, Fake. I can understand why.” he chuckled. Of course, I was not happy. How could I be happy with what happened?
He wiped a glass casually, it seemed like a plain thing, but it’s actually hard to mimic the gesture of a real bartender. Trust me I tried.
“You should really go to the wedding still.” he continued
Why would I care? It was not a place for me, surrounded by 3 princesses and the whole royal guard. I had been really worried about Princess Cadance, maybe she could see through me and see that I didn’t love the mare. It was hard to miss she was acting. I don’t know how her friends missed the obvious sign. Her impersonator had the perfect look though, but Princess Cadance was known to be very kind.
“Hey Fake, look! We found a nice portrait of you.” Two ponies of my team had taken the head of one of those creatures, put it on a piece of wood and put a little gold plate with my name on it.
I was too mad to care, I just lost myself drinking for the night.
“Hey, rude night?” said the white stallion waking me. My brain was too scrambled to react in a proper way, I decided to just say nothing.
He proffered me a glass of water. I was not sure how I managed to get back to their house. I was on the couch, a blanket over me. I took the glass and let the stallion speak.
“I did not see you at my wedding, my sister was so eager to introduce you properly.”
It clicked, Captain Shining Armor was talking to me, Well, Prince Consort Shining Armor to be exact I guess. I needed an excuse, I did not want him to ask too many questions.
“Are you not supposed to be on your honeymoon?” I managed to reply.
The imposing stallion put a hoof behind his neck “Yes. Cadance is not happy.” He tried to straighten his glare but he sighed “Listen. I am supposed to give you a stern lecture on how not to break my sister’s heart, but I don’t feel like shouting on a hangover stallion.”
“Thank you” It was sincere for once.
He frowned “Still I sent some guards trying to find you, but for nothing, you made everypony worried. Especially Twily.”
“I am sorry.” I sipped the water. It was awful. I was awful. Losing control was bad. I knew he wanted a good answer. Keep it together Fake. He probably runs whatever spell they figure to detect I was not one of these monsters. “I run away and ended taking refuge in a bar.” That was actually true.
He paused, nodded and went off. Soon I was joined by his sister. “I was so worried. I am glad you are alright!” her usual cheerful voice was a nightmare in my state. She noticed and sat on a couch near the couch I was lying on. “Do you need anything? Maybe I can find a counter hangover spell!”
Remaining silent was my answer today. She went off to the kitchen, talking about making me pancakes. I could hear her talking with her mother.
“Let me help you. Your pancakes are a disaster.”
“It’s ok mom, he likes my pancakes.”
“Sweety, he is a stallion. He will lie, be nice and say he likes your pancakes.”
I chuckled at the old mare wise words. Groaned when I tried to move my head too much. I was safe for now, I just needed to hold for a few more months. Maybe I could use the wedding to plant the idea in her head sooner?