Words Unspoken

by wille179

Drink

Berry Punch to nopony in particular:

What happened last night?

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Berry Punch, in her astute opinion, was feeling even more pathetic tonight than ever before. She had managed to stagger home even more drunk than usual. She hadn't been drinking at a party, nor at a restaurant, nor testing her personal wine collection. No, it had been cheep shots at some seedy little bar that could barely hold a dozen ponies and served drinks that tasted, in her astute opinion, like piss. Not that she would remember; excessive alcohol dose that to a pony.

She lay there face up on her bed, seconds away from passing out, wondering what the hay had gone wrong with her life. Before any conclusive answer could be conjured up by her intoxicated mind, the seconds before unconsciousness ticked out.

Roughly a thousand seconds later, about seventeen minutes since she fell unconscious, her irritated stomach decided to void itself of its problems. Berry Punch was still face up.