Party of Three
“Are you really sure we ought to be doing this Scoots? I don’t reckon that our sisters would want us to go to a party this late at night,” questioned Apple Bloom, raising her eyebrows at her. Scootaloo waved her forehoof at her, and chuckled.
“Ah, it’ll be fine! Besides, parties are cool. I’m sure Rainbow Dash would approve,” said Scootaloo full of pride, as she puffed out her chest.
“If you say so...I still think this is a bad idea.” Apple Bloom shrugged. She let out a slight huff. She supposed she’d go along. Mainly to keep Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle out of trouble. Someone had to be the leader. Why her?
Sweetie Belle glanced at both of them. “We can’t just go like this. We need to spruce up for such an event! Going into a disco party without a poodle skirt is just…” she searched for the right word.
“Uncool?” questioned Scootaloo.
“Exactly,” replied Sweetie Belle, hopping up and down with giddy, giggling. She then ignited the magic of her horn and gave them each outfits. Scoots had a punk rock star dress, fitting of her coolness. Apple Bloom was given a more casual dress of style and simplistic nature, whereas her own dress was full of sequins and even a few gems she managed to swipe from her older sister. She was certain she wouldn’t miss a few. Then she posed fluidly, urging the others to pose with her, and took out her camera to take a group photo of the three of them. They were ready.
Scootaloo led them to the nightclub. The music was so loud they could hear it easily for miles away from the entrance. She couldn’t help but smirk a wide eyed grin as she stared at the sign above the place.
“Oh my gosh! We’re here. This is so exciting. I’m so hyped. Are you both psyched? I know I am!,” she shrieked as she bounced up and down all around in a circle.
“Scoots...I don’t mean to break the magic here, but um there’s a huge line,” Apple Bloom pointed out, gesturing towards the mass of ponies waiting to get in.
“Yeah? So? It’s cool. Rainbow Dash has a backstage pass.” Scootaloo smirked.
“Um...Scootaloo, we don’t have that. We have to wait in line like everypony else,” Sweetie Belle reminded her. Scootaloo pouted a bit.
“Okay, fine but don’t blame me if we miss the start of the show!” Scootaloo, then grabbed the both of them with her wings, and hurried to get into line. They were behind a bulky pony so they couldn’t see anything in front of them.
“Man this is so lame.” Scootaloo sighed, trying to get a view around the pony, tilting her head from one side to the other, but to no avail. She tried jumping up and down, but she still couldn’t see anything but the flank of the pony in front of them. She let out an annoyed whinny, and pouted, falling back on her haunches and crossing her forelegs.
Scootaloo felt a hoof on her shoulder, and glanced behind her to see Sweetie Belle beaming at her.
“Hey now, don’t be all blue. We’ll get there eventually. Even if it takes all night. At least we have each other, and that’s the best company of all,” Sweetie Belle smiled, trying to reassure her. She fidgeted slightly, as she felt the slight nervousness of going into a club like this. Who knew what awaited them inside, but it was the mystery of it that intrigued her, and the thought of singing her little heart out without being forced to be watched. That was a pleasant thought as well.
“I reckon Sweetie Belle is right. Don’t get all down in the dumps. I mean we did just get in line, and look, it's moving quickly. We’ll be inside in no time at all.” Apple Bloom smiled, nudging Scootaloo in the side.
“I can’t see a darn thing with this bulky butt in the way,” Scootaloo pouted, as she got up on her hindlegs, trying to flap her wings and fly above him. She managed to get enough wind from the ground to get above him. She could see the entrance, she saw two stallions at the front gates, letting ponies in one by one. But just as she felt like she was getting a great view, her wings felt weak, and she plummeted to the ground with a thud.
“Ouch,” she groaned, disgruntled and frustrated.
The line started moving forward, the build up was so frustrating. She knew in the back of her mind it would be so worth it once she was finally there. Just a little bit longer. Almost there. So close. Closer. Yes! At last they were at the entrance. She wasn’t even aware of how much time had passed since they had arrived.
“Pass?” questioned the guard raising his eyebrows at the three fillies. “Aren’t you three a bit young to be going into a club?”
Apple Bloom spoke up. “Ah, I reckon we would be, but our sisters wanted us to meet them here. They’re waiting inside,” She explained, with a confident smile, and a confident poised posture.
“Hmm...I suppose if they’re here it’s not too bad. You may go in.” The guard replied moving aside to allow the three ponies inside.
“Squee!,” Sweetie Belle let out a shriek as they entered the building. The music was even louder than before, ponies all around them on the dance floor. Some of them were dancing, some were just talking, and a few were over near the refreshments table. The whole place was just so lavish and lush. It made her drool, but she quickly coughed in order to compose herself. She couldn’t get carried away after all. She was a lady, and she had to keep the other two in line.
Apple Bloom’s ears twitched as she tried covering them with her hooves. The music was almost too loud for her to handle. She could easily see how excited Scoots and Sweetie Belle were, but she just felt uneasy about the whole thing. Like she shouldn’t even be here. They shouldn’t even be here. Oh boy, what if Applejack found out she told a fib to get in? She was certain she wouldn’t hear the end of that one. But, oh well she might as well at least try to enjoy her night. She headed for the refreshment table, she was starving for a sweet and delicious treat, and the variety they had here was unlike anything she had ever seen.
Scootaloo couldn’t help but bounce in place, her little wings unfolded completely and out a full stride, as she smirked a wide eyed grin, and dashed straight for the stage. There was a mare jamming out the tunes.