"Starlight?"
Starlight just slightly looked up from her newspaper. "Yeah?"
Sunburst adjusted his glasses to buy some time before speaking again. "How come you only keep alcohol around when Trixie's not here?"
Starlight went back to reading. "Learned it the hard way after attending one of her shows. That mare cannot rein herself in when drinking is involved."
"Ah." Sunburst noticed the blonde tail of the local postmare passing by the window, and prepared to head out to check. "Does she get difficult?"
"Worse, Sun'." Starlight took hold of her coffee, and had a sip while staring into the distance. "She gets thriftless."
An entry into the 2nd A Thousand Words contest, under the "Comedy" category.
Cover art and prereading courtesy of Reviewfilly.
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beautiful.
Too late, Starlight. Trixie already raided that treasure trove.
Oh dear, poor Starlight.
At least Twilight will have an explanation for where all those toothbrushes go hahaha
very Trixie yes
such a poetic way to describe being sloshed out of one’s gourd
that is indeed a step up!
well uh, that got weird at the end there!
i must admit i do not understand what she meant by that myself
no i understand that part!
and that just raises further questions!
oof, Trixie’s gonna regret this in the morning. thanks for writing!
Oh, Trixie. All the fun of drunken bender with none of the expense or liver damage. Two of the letters falling over in the cover art is a lovely touch, and arguably a bit of foreshadowing. Thank you for this.