Author: LDSocrates
Prompt: Burning
“Another – hic! – round!”
As she had for the entire night, Pinkie got her wish, another bottle of Apple Acres hard cider slid in front of her from across the bar and another pile of bits haphazardly slid back. She had seemingly bottomless pockets, or would if she ever wore anything even resembling pants in public. Benefit of dating royalty.
“Pinkie, what in tarnation are ya doin’?” said the thickest country accent in three counties.
Pinkie took a long swig of liquid fire, savoring the burn on her throat before she swiveled her stool to face the orange haze that was talking to her. “Hiiiii Applejaaaaaack,” she practically sang with a giggle. “Juuuuuust drinkin’!”
“I can see that,” Applejack mumbled. The half-yellow fuzz that Pinkie supposed was her head turned to the bartender. “I think she’s had enough. Give her anymore and you won’t be gettin’ cider from me no more.”
Pinkie’s ears perked up. “B-but why? I’ve only had a few shots!”
“Pinkie, shots don’t come in bottles,” AJ said flatly. “Especially not six bottles.”
Pinkie blinked slowly, her face blank. “They don’t?”
“No. No they don’t,” the cowpony answered.
“Oh,” was all Pinkie could say before she knocked back another long, burning swig from the bottle she already had.
“Gimme that!” Applejack snatched the bottle away from her friend and dumped out its contents. Pinkie weakly flailed after it with her forelegs, only to fall to the floor with a thud. “For Celestia’s sake, Pinkie, Twilight’s only been gone for two weeks!”
“I knoooooow!” she wailed, sobbing as tears poured out her eyes like a pair of fountains. “I miss her so muuhuuuch!”
Pinkie couldn’t see it, but she knew the sound of a facehoof when she heard it. She had heard many in her life. “For the love of…” Applejack let out a frustrated growl. “Pinkie, even I didn’t drink this much when Twi broke up with me. I think you can manage to not have your daily dose of dork for a while.”
“S-sorry, AJ,” she sniveled, the crying downgrading from impossibly cartoony to depressingly realistic. “B-but you must know how it is, right…? She’s just so cute, and smart, and loving, and humble, and… and… dorky!” she exclaimed with a flail of her hooves. “I feel so lonely without her. I even miss her just reading in bed and watching her as she reads while she’s trying to ignore me staring because my gosh her concentrating is so adorable!”
A few seconds of silence passed betwixt the two before Applejack muttered, “Yeah, I know what you mean… I miss her too. In more ways than one.” The cowpony shook her head. “C’mon, let’s get you back home.”
Pinkie felt gravity itself shift as she was hefted onto AJ’s back, keenly feeling every move of her muscle and lack of bounce in her step as the farmer carried her out of the bar.
“S-sorry,” Pinkie mumbled, nuzzling into AJ’s mane. “D-didn’t wanna bring up any unhappy thoughts. You’re my friend; you should only have happy thoughts.”
“Life don’t work out that way, sugarcube,” Applejack said as they passed out the front door. “It’s fine. You two are a lot better for each other than I ever was for her.”
Pinkie haphazardly draped her forelegs around her friend’s neck and snuggled in close. “Good… s-sometimes worry you hate me for dating her.”
“It hurts,” AJ admitted. “Stings. Burns, really. But I’m a big gal, and I can take life in stride. I’d never hate you two for being happy, Pinkie Promise.”
Pinkie smiled and nuzzled her friend’s mane, her blind-drunk mind taking in the companionable silence and cold night air as Applejack carried her home.
“…hey, when you were with her, did Twi ever do that thing with the stockings and the-”
“Yes, and if you say another word I’m bucking you off.”
Personally I like the way this played out. Pinkie has shown a tendency to get over exaggerated on the smallest things when she believes they really matter (party of one and too many pinkie pies). With Twilight gone I can see her going into the "completely depressed, lost my lover" sort of attitude, and when Pinkamena Diane Pie does something it is never done halfway!
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...I have no notifications to speak of currently, actually. So you shall be adding to them. But still...
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I had a feeling... I definitely thought that was a cool thing to include for perceptive readers. (And seems almost criminally in-character for Pinkie.)
Also, that's hilarious. I can totally imagine that being something Pinkie would say... That should be a thing if you do more entries (or even stories) like this. Twitchy hips...
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You wanted feedback, and that's what I intended to give!
And without ulterior motives, of course...
Decided I'd go ahead and catch up on reviewing each chapter. I like the idea of AJ and Pinkie both having feelings for Twi, and the way this plays out is actually pretty sad. I can sort of see Pinkie drinking her sorrows away, and I definitely like how you portrayed Applejack. The ending was especially nice to see (made me laugh a bit), and you went an unexpected direction with the prompt. That's always welcome in my opinion.
If there was anything that could've used improvement, I'd say there were a couple of words that felt out of place. I'll give you a couple of examples:
Perhaps it's just me, but "betwixt" rubs me the wrong way. It sounds cool, but it always pulls me out of a story and makes me look like this: . Also a preference of mine, "a pair of fountains" describing the way a person cries sounded off. Maybe there's a different way to say that, without coming off as awkward. Then again, I could be wrong. Regardless, I do like this entry. Good job!
Just what exactly did Twilight do with the stockings?
Ok, I like the way this played out on how this is how Pinkie would handle things like this 'of screen' , if you know what I mean.
I also enjoy the idea of AJ loving Twilight as well. Although near the end, things got a little sexual, if I do say so my self.
Well written though and good job.