I had woken up, bright and early with a smile on my face, only to realise my curls tightened up further then usual. I had to do something spectacular today. If I didn’t, I would have waisted a perfect opportunity to spread more joy.
On second thought, apparently there was no party planned for the day and no special occasions. Just a regular day at the office, which did not make sense. If I am extra bouncy and happy, there had to be a reason.
I did not really have to go over the calendar to know when or for whom I had been intended the next party. I am incapable of forgetting as much as a single little detail, which is a curse by many a Pony’s admission.
Slipping my hooves down onto the floor, seeing bright reflections from balloons flooding the ceiling. Both yellow and blue once, they always clung to my ceiling. The special pink variety usually crowded the space under my bed after Twilly had enchanted them with her special spell to brighten my day.
Naturally the floor is covered with red cherry wood panels, while the walls are covered with the new wallpapers, a light pink with multi-hued balloons I had found, not too long ago. I had been ecstatic as I found it.
Considering where I had in mind, going, I opted to put something a little more festive on. I moved over to my small wardrobe and withdrew a pair of particularly tight, shiny black panties, and stepped right into them. Feeling the elastic material cling to my generous hips and follow my every move as exactly as the reflection in the mirror. From there I picked up a rainbow shimmering tight knee-long skirt, stepping right into it, thus covering the panties up while I was at it. A matching top and I could be on my way. Lifting it up over my head, feeling it slide down and into place. With merely a slight tug and it was into place, hugging my upper chest, holding my jigglies in place.
Affording the mirror a quick glance before I continued to the door, slipped it to the side and went out of my room, merely closing the door before I bounced down the flight of stairs, affording the framed images of parties past intermittent glances on my way down before I hit the floor of the ground floor.
From there, I continued down the hall and through the bakery to the hidden stash of last minute pastries and pulled out a plate of Muffins, a glass and a pitchet of juice before I got to sit down, slowly chewing the Muffins one at the time, affording a moment to pour myself some juice I soon washed down the Muffins with.
As my hooves rested on the smooth tiles of the floor where I sat I momentarily looked out at the café and the beautiful oak wood covering the floor, even if it wasn’t my choice, but it is withstanding the wear and tear of constant use by countless hooves walking there.
As I had finished my breakfast off, I carried the reminders back, slipping the glass into the dishes and the pitchet into the fridge.
Now I bounce right back up the stairs and into my room. I am going to where I intended to go from my room, anyway. The one detail remaining, before I go is making myself presentable for the occasion.
Sitting by my desk, uncapping the vials, polishing my nails with a shimmering high gloss polish, one by one, starting with the nail of my right thumb, from the centre, base down all the way, then right and left. I had done this before so I could make it in my sleep. I managed to cover the entire nail and nothing but the nail. Repeating the process, nail by nail, then he same for my left hand. Now I recapped the vail and was done with the manicure.
Can as well add just a little bit more flare so I picked up a matching lip-gloss, painting my lips, leaving them nicely glossy and shimmering. From there I applied the eye shadow matching the lip-gloss and figured I was down.
I pick a pair of metallic bloody red boots and step right into them before I push up my signature rift to where I intended to go, merely pulling a small stack of posters, slipping them into the saddle bag before I stepped through.
I hear the jolly squeaks as my hooves hit the floor on the other side. This is little more than a utility closet in what appears to be a seldom used hall in the lower sub levels in a hotel. I had picked this building based on reputation and available services. Why else? They host Parties, Conventionss, Conferences and an assortment of other similiar get-togethers.
From what I can see, the prices are fair and the services reasonably good, at least in my taste. I had sampled the cuisine available in some of the restaurants that were open at the time I was here before. The atmosphere seems intimate, open and in general accepting in my opinion, but what do I know? I am merely a guest who slips in the back door, unannounced.
As I wear my boots, I manage to blend in, while hiding my equine nature just enough, not to draw any uninvited attention. I do not like for them to stare at me, as much as I do enjoy to be in the centre of attention.
Speaking of attention, I would like to direct some of your attention towards having a party, right now. Well, I want to help a party for you, or any others who feel the need to have a party or in general having a good time. It is after all my job.
For a moment, I pondered if Iwas to negotiate the stairs, or take Ellie up on the ride. You see, Ellie, the waitress is the name I assigned on the lift, and elevator, if you will. Oh well, today I chose the stairs. A moment later I had bounced to the staircase and was merrily bouncing up several steps at the time. Had I been a Pegasus, I could have flown up, I imagine.
Once I reached the lobby, I soon found the spot where I used to place my poster. I had been here before so I have an account with them. Good thing too. As I recall, I still did have a positive balance on the account as well.
The simple arrangement was that I had footed the initiall bill, then they charged the people coming, so that my account could stay afloat. Even if I had arranged the party. Last I checked, my parties were so popular, they had even been asked to keep the parties going, just based on what my initial instructions were. Guess I couldn’t actually blame them for that, now could I?
“Hiya, I am here to ask for a few small details, as in a Party, if that isn’t too much to ask? I just need a small announcement on flyers and similar notifications for people to know of the event. Anyone who like to hold a party, featuring me, as it were. You just give them the room that fits the party they are asking for and let me know where and when. I will be there!” I put forth.
“Greetings, Diana. I haven’t seen you here in a while. I am sure we could drum up the attention for your next Party. You have become quite the celebrity around here. Actually, we have become much more popular since the day you first came and mainly because of your activities too, if truth is to be told!” she pointed out.
“Who wouldn’t love to be on an out of control Party? I could promise so much more fun than most others who try to set up a Party!” I pondered.
“So we have noticed. If I didn’t know better, I would have gone as far as to say there is Maic to your Parties!” she confessed.
“Ah, yeah. I keep forgetting, you don’t see magic in your job, do you? Although I am incapable of forgetting, though!” I responded with a beginning giggle to my voice.
“Punshing in the last details of your Enterprise!” she committed.
“Lydia, was it? This will be a blast!” I promised her.
“Yeah, I know. Your parties always are. I actually managed to catch one, on my off time!” she
I am just on walking out through the lobby as I saw a girl wearing red boots of a strange fashion, as she was putting up a flyer for some new event coming up at the hotel at which I was currently staying.
My new shoes make cute clopping little noises so typical for girls hotter shoes, with each step I take on the smooth black stone tiles the floor was laid with, lending the special luxury feel I had always expected from a hotel. The walls, covered with red cherry wood panels, only enhanced the feelings the building gave me. Expertly placed, groomed and cared for green potted plants, standing in the room didn’t detract from my impression as they merely leant an enhanced sense of life and a living atmosphere.
The first thing I noticed about her, aside from the fashion she was wearing is the bouncy step and her complexion. As she turned her head and looked towards me, I noticed her striking blue eyes. This girl isn’t the poster girl, or the girl gluing posters to your wall. The tightly curled bright pink hair on her head flowing down her back, but it never really registered as standing out.
What struck me as odd is that the face on the poster is matching the face of the girl putting it onto the wall. Once I had read the header of the poster, I realised who she is and what she is. Apparenly, she is a party planner.
Once I had gotten close enough to actually read the text, the flyer told me her name is Diana Pie, which did not strike me as out of place in the room I am currently standing. This is when I had grown aware of the vivid spirit of the girl before me, not so much the curls or the glare on her eyes, but something more of the disembodied spirit that simply couldn’t be tied down. I couldn’t put a finger to it, as hard as I may try.
“Hiya, I am Diana Pie!” she pronounced, as if she knew my thoughts before I had even gotten them clear in my head.
“Hiya, Diana. My name is Marlene Fisher. Are you by chance the Party Planner?” I responded.
“Yeah, that would be me. I take it you need a party thrown for you?” she merely stated, blatantly in my face.
“Uh, yeah. I just so happen to need a party thrown. Did I catch you in time, or would you prefer me to go by the desk?” I responded, taken aback by her direct and to the point manners.
“If it is a party you need thrown, it is a Pie Party you need. I know my parties and I have an eye for details. I also have everything for your party lined up!” she then asserted me.
I may recognise a sales pitch from a mile away, but there was something in her voice that spoke honesty and experience well beyond the years of her outlook.
“Where do I sign?” I conceded.
“Since we have established your need of a party, you only have a small party on the top floor. Otherwise, I do throw parties for as little as a family, to as large as the suite is asserted for. Safety protocols can be quite the bitch, if you have a Royal party!” she put forth.
“I take it you are handling the protocols, I just need a good time!” I responded as she stepped into the lift.
“Ellie will have us right up to the top of the world in no time. I just need to bring forth the Party Canon, after I have tagged your room. It will be a blast and Royally enjoyable!” she pointed out as the doors slide shut and the lift swooshed upwards.
“Wait, is this the Turbo Lift?” I gasped as I felt the weight pressing me firmly to the floor a mere moment after the doors had sealed tight behind us.
“Nopey, dopey. Just Ellie the Waitress. She loves to be fast, when I am punching the keys!” she responded with a giggle on her voice and her face broke out in a widening grin.
“Party Canon?” I gasped, as I had collected my thoughts enough to react on what she had just said.
“Of course, essential for throwing a Pie party.
“Why do you remind me of a character from an old Science fiction show? I don’t know, maybe it was the reference to the Canon, or just the way you smile. Now I certainly do need that party!” I sounded as I looked at the reflection of her face.
“I can assure you, I never did play a part in any show, I’m not an actress. You do know comedy is dead serious, parties and partying is my business. I live to see my fellows smile and hear them laugh. It is for a single friend or citywide, what’s the difference?” she declared, her grin even wider.
“Since you put it that way, I love your smile. It is contagious!” I responded to the enthusiastic smile.
I blinked. I blinked twice and thrice, the smile was just the same. I just couldn’t resist. It was the spirit behind her personality, not the skill of her make-up artist bringing her smile to life.
After I blinked once more, reassuring me what I saw was there. I still see a radiance in her eyes, like the fierce fire of nuclear power.
“Contagious? That sounds about right!” she merely agreed.
Only the next moment the doors slide open before I have the time to say another word.
First now I realised something else. Once she set foot on the floor at the top floor, I did not hear the traditional clopping noises from her boots, but rather a joyous squeaking noise that was not consistent with my expectations and her moves are not consistent with a girl walking down the hall either.
Had I known the reasons behind the inconsistencies, I probably would have been running off, screaming hysterically. Not so much for fear of her, but in panic. She just isn’t what my frame of references could permit to be walking amongst us humans.
Of course, she isn’t walking now, she is clearly bouncing enthusiastically along the hall, with me in tow as I made my best to keep up.
As fast as we had reached the floor and as fast as she moved, she just stopped before a door. First now I noticed her painted nails as she pressed down the handle and opened the door. She had claimed to have an eye for details, the momentary look at her hand proved it to me.
Just what kind of a party had she envisioned for me? As discreet as her make-up may have been, her appearance was nothing but. There was no way in Hell she could pass unnoticed anywhere around.
Would the clothes had worked for a female character in one of these fancy Anime shows, if it was the case, she had already sold me the show. Naturally, the personally could hold its own on any set I could have imagined. Just that her expressions and voice spoke of amusement, as if life had been a comedy. I simply failed to place her.
“We’re here!” she pronounced as she had punched in the code and pulled me into a small room.
“We are?” I responded out of bounce on her statement.
First now the manner in which she had stopped abruptly before the door reminded me of something I had seen in a Rodeo show in a Western Fair I had attended a year or so back.
Looking at her suit just made me think of a Cheerleader at a sports event. The athletic character in a slim body, capable of wheeling across the entire hall without batting an eye, setting foot on the ground, still laughing.
As I once more looked at her make-up and manicure, I could but giggle in a girlish manner. Then I was about ready to ask her where she had bought the products. I was cut short.
“Yes, this is the suite you were looking for!” she pointed out, matter of fact, while the giggle never really left her voice or the smile her face.
“I take it you will decorate the suit for the party, all by yourself. Just curious, how long will it take you to bring in all the affects and put them into place?” I responded.
“If you want to see, I could have this party set up within the hour. Would that work for you?” she enquired in an effort not to sound as if she promised more than she could perform.
“You can have the party up and running within a single hour? What would be included in the fee?” I enquired, unsure as to how to react.
“First of all, you can watch me decorate the party for you. I can prepare you for the event and have a small group of guests of your choice over. The room and entertainment is included too, of course!” she pointed out.
“This isn’t all that large a suite, so I guess I could enjoy seeing you decorating it for me!” I responded.
Looking around, I noticed that the facilities are all there, kitchen, girls’ room and shower. I have a large, but unfurnished living room and two smaller rooms to the right and left, aside from what appears to be a humongous balcony.
The floor had been laid with coarse, but shiny grey tiles in the hall, while it was a chess pattern of red and white beach wood in the living room and the two small rooms. The shower has black tiles while the girls’ room has white once, all utter gloss for all I could see.
Apparently, the walls in the hall, so far as not covered is the same tiles as on the walls, just smooth. The floors in the kitchen, shower and girls’ room have matching tiles as well. The large room had just dark cherry tree panels, while the remaining smaller rooms had green wallpapers, giving the impression of standing in a tight beach forest, sometime in early spring.
“Since you have seen the rooms, I take it you want me to decorate it for your party!” she proposed.
