In Celebration of a Hundred.

by Karrakaz

72. Fine Print

It was nine in the morning and things were already going splendidly for Twilight, if by splendid you meant ‘downhill fast’

Any studying she had planned on doing that day had been hampered by the bouts of nausea, and she got acquainted with the toilet, rather than her books.

She didn’t understand. Pinkie’s latest party had been a blast, but she’d been careful and only drank from the non-alcoholic punch. She had the bottle to prove it.

Her gaze slowly turned murderous when she examined the label on said bottle, which said ‘high alcohol content, do not consume pure’

“Pinkie...”

Comments

[Skeeter The Lurker]

HAHA! Oh, Pinkie. Gotta be careful around her.

~Skeeter The Lurker