Years after Twilight's ill-fated attempt to recover the Element of Magic, Equestria is beset by an impossible foe. A story about second chances. Warning: Grimdark for reasons of language, substance abuse, and some gore.
Suddenly, there came another flash, and there again stood Twilight Sparkle. She levitated her bottle of wine off the table, and grabbed her burning cigarette between two of her right wing's primary feathers. Then, she gave a monotone “Whoops,” and disappeared, once more.
I have no social life and no idea how social smoking works, so this is all utterly strange and alien to me. Good chapter.
It's mostly just a joke that she'd really rather they didn't smoke inside. It leaves the smell of smoke all over everything.
Bitch needs her vices.