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“Yo, so I got this wicked spell from a Canterlot Bowling alley, totally trustworthy place!” Vinyl proudly exclaimed as she flexed her enchanted tattooed bicep to Zecora and anypony who was in earshot, much to Tempest’s displeasure.
“You spent over a thousand bit’s on these shoes and you didn’t bother getting a pair that had straps?” Tempest inquired with venomous curiosity.
“W-well Rarity praised the fine craftspony ship of-” Twilight started, hobbling on one foot as her expensive shoe slipped back on thanks to Tempest’s best efforts.
“Doesn’t matter how well built they are, price doesn’t always mean practicality.” Tempest winked, making sure to pat her jacket lapels once more as she rose to her feet, eyeing the sheepish barkeep who frantically tried to keep up with the orders of the clubs many fine customers.
“Hey Octavia!” Vinyl yelped over the crowd. “OCTY!! OCTYPUS!!” YOU WANT ANYTHING WHILE I’M OVER HERE??” Tempest could just make out the Cellist frantically shook her head as sweat draped over her once elegant evening dress, most likely from having to put up with her Significant Other’s antics. “THE ZEBRA CHICK IS GETTING A BLUE LAGOON, IT LOOKS SO GOOOOOOOOD!!” Tempest flinched from the shrieking as two familiar drinks slinked across the bartop. Twilight’s spirits soared as she retrieved her Martini with two fingers while a ‘Singa’Pour Sling levitated over Tempest’s Old Fashioned much to the barkeeps sheepish displeasure. Casting aside the question as to why every name and every place in Equestria had to be some kind of lame dad-pun, Tempest retrieved her glass and clinked her glass with Twilight’s.
“To a good night? Or, to Science and Industry?” Tempest chirped, slinking back into her comfortable stool as Vinyl’s neon spell-tattoo’s glowed through her undershirt like a roman candle.
“How about to a long-lasting friendship?” Twilight piped up as streamers descended primarily into their manes.
A surefire sign that Pinkie Pie was near.
Sighing briefly, Tempest put on her best smile and took a hearty sip from her whiskey, taking notes of the delicious orange peel that while sugary, had just the right flavor notes on par with the aged brew. Most certainly a last minute addition at the behest of Pinkie Pie. With a shrug, Tempest gave credit to when and where it was due.
“Hey Pinkie Pie, is it okay if we make a total fucking mess of your bartop? Too many eyes on the dance floor is throwing off our vibes!” Vinyl slurred as her Singa’Pour Sling hovered over her shoulder with the flick of her horn.
“A slight strafe from the center of attention would be most welcome, do not fret, we’d be most safe.” Zecora beamed with pride, her muscular abdomen gleaming with sweat.
“Jeez Louise, that sound’s awfully unprofessional to let something like that happen off the dance floor...” Pinkie Pie pondered aloud, much to her fellow bartender’s relief. “Good thing I don’t technically work here! Don’t worry, I’ll get you a stool!” Anxiety soon overcame the other Bartender, who desperately fought back tears as she shook her head and waved her hands away to no avail. “Oh cheer up and dry those tears, Marble, they're putting on a dangerous balancing act for us!" Tempest rolled her eyes. As much as she grew to love Equestria, she still firmly believed they needed to tone down on the carefree partying. Looking to her companion, the Unicorn could already see Twilight was showing the early signs of inebriation as she hobbled on her stool.
“After this, the two of us need to head back to the dance floor-” Twilight started, hiccuping between sips of her beverage.
“We just left the damn thing-”
“I know that, silly! I’m just saying when we go back, you could join in on the fun-!”
“But I can barely dance-”
“Neither can I!” Twilight chirped happily, swishing the olive in her glass around with glee. “That doesn’t stop me from trying!” Tempest couldn’t help but smirk at Twilight’s enthusiasm, taking a sip from her whiskey.
“I’ll mull it over another drink, the night is young after all.” Tempest declared, leaning back as the dancing duo on the bartop kicked over a drink, and then another.
“Yo, this dancefloor could use a few extra hands on deck!” Vinyl exclaimed, her platform boots grinding broken glass under her treads. “Come on up, you two!”
“Fight off that gloom and take my hand, there is plenty of room!” Zecora giggled as she extended her hand to Tempest, her cheeks as rosy as the Singa’Pour Sling her dance-partner practically jettisoned out of the bar.
“W-well, if you insist!” Twilight piped up, replacing her Martini with a fresh glass on behalf of Pinkie Pie. It became abundantly clear to Tempest to Twilight’s rational thought has taken a few broadsides thanks to the couple of drinks she pounded back in just the last few minutes. Flapping her wings happily, Twilight lifted herself out of her seat as she took Zecora’s hand, offering a drunken shrug and a face that simply read ‘Gotta go with the flow!’ to her firmly seated yet currently-drinking designated driver.
“Stop cowering in the corner, Marble! It’s just Twilight, who also happens to be the Princess of Friendship! We’re either five seconds away from a marvel of a show or a multimillion bit lawsuit! Isn’t this exciting! I know I’m excited!” Pinkie Pie cheered to the heavens as the three mares danced like they wanted to. Tempest knew this was stupid, but something inside her couldn’t help but chortle at the display of drunken hi-jinks. As much as she did not enjoy participating in tonight’s antics, the spectacle wasn’t lost on her. In reality, the only reason she bothered driving to this club tonight was for Twilight herself.
Or more specifically, so she could enjoy herself.
“What exactly do you call that particular dance move, Twilight?” Pinkie Pie piped up, observing the Princess of Friendship’s bodily movements with inquisitive intrigue.
“I’m not too sure, if you have a clue, Pinkie, I’d like to know!” Twilight giggled as she thrust her hips in every direction, her vocabulary still sharp despite her slight drunken slur patterns. “Hey, Tempest! Maybe if you joined us up here, you could help us find the name of this obscure ritualistic thrusting yourself!”
“I believe I’m fine right where I am.”
“Don’t be such a worry wart, yo! Dancing on a bartop couldn’t be any harder then Conquering Canterlot!”
“That’s something I wouldn’t want to bring up in a club, Vinyl-”
“Come and join us, Tempest! A dour mood can change on the flip of a coin!”
“What gave you the impression that I’m in a bad mood?”
“The Leather jacket is a good indicator!” Twilight cooed, her new drink already significantly drained of essential alcohol. “Come on up, Tempest! You can’t spend the whole-” Twilight choked on her words as her heel slipped out from under her as she flapped her wings to no avail. Thinking quick and acting faster as onlookers gasped in terror, Tempest rose to her feet and caught Twilight with both open arms in the nick of time.
“Like I said.” Tempest started, passing a smirk to Twilight, whose cheeks turned the deepest shade of the red the Unicorn had ever seen. “I’m perfectly fine down here.” Tempest winked, lifting Twilight’s spirits as her next thought went to finding where her expensive shoe went to now. “How about a round of big glasses of water for all of us? On me of course!” Marble Pie put on a genuine smile for the first time all night, shushing Pinkie Pie from admitting that glasses of water were free to avoid disappointing the drunken praise coming from the rowdy bartop dancers.
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“You spent over a thousand bit’s on these shoes and you didn’t bother getting a pair that had straps?” Tempest inquired with venomous curiosity.
“W-well Rarity praised the fine craftspony ship of-” Twilight started, hobbling on one foot as her expensive shoe slipped back on thanks to Tempest’s best efforts.
“Doesn’t matter how well built they are, price doesn’t always mean practicality.” Tempest winked, making sure to pat her jacket lapels once more as she rose to her feet, eyeing the sheepish barkeep who frantically tried to keep up with the orders of the clubs many fine customers.
“Hey Octavia!” Vinyl yelped over the crowd. “OCTY!! OCTYPUS!!” YOU WANT ANYTHING WHILE I’M OVER HERE??” Tempest could just make out the Cellist frantically shook her head as sweat draped over her once elegant evening dress, most likely from having to put up with her Significant Other’s antics. “THE ZEBRA CHICK IS GETTING A BLUE LAGOON, IT LOOKS SO GOOOOOOOOD!!” Tempest flinched from the shrieking as two familiar drinks slinked across the bartop. Twilight’s spirits soared as she retrieved her Martini with two fingers while a ‘Singa’Pour Sling levitated over Tempest’s Old Fashioned much to the barkeeps sheepish displeasure. Casting aside the question as to why every name and every place in Equestria had to be some kind of lame dad-pun, Tempest retrieved her glass and clinked her glass with Twilight’s.
“To a good night? Or, to Science and Industry?” Tempest chirped, slinking back into her comfortable stool as Vinyl’s neon spell-tattoo’s glowed through her undershirt like a roman candle.
“How about to a long-lasting friendship?” Twilight piped up as streamers descended primarily into their manes.
A surefire sign that Pinkie Pie was near.
Sighing briefly, Tempest put on her best smile and took a hearty sip from her whiskey, taking notes of the delicious orange peel that while sugary, had just the right flavor notes on par with the aged brew. Most certainly a last minute addition at the behest of Pinkie Pie. With a shrug, Tempest gave credit to when and where it was due.
“Hey Pinkie Pie, is it okay if we make a total fucking mess of your bartop? Too many eyes on the dance floor is throwing off our vibes!” Vinyl slurred as her Singa’Pour Sling hovered over her shoulder with the flick of her horn.
“A slight strafe from the center of attention would be most welcome, do not fret, we’d be most safe.” Zecora beamed with pride, her muscular abdomen gleaming with sweat.
“Jeez Louise, that sound’s awfully unprofessional to let something like that happen off the dance floor...” Pinkie Pie pondered aloud, much to her fellow bartender’s relief. “Good thing I don’t technically work here! Don’t worry, I’ll get you a stool!” Anxiety soon overcame the other Bartender, who desperately fought back tears as she shook her head and waved her hands away to no avail. “Oh cheer up and dry those tears, Marble, they're putting on a dangerous balancing act for us!" Tempest rolled her eyes. As much as she grew to love Equestria, she still firmly believed they needed to tone down on the carefree partying. Looking to her companion, the Unicorn could already see Twilight was showing the early signs of inebriation as she hobbled on her stool.
“After this, the two of us need to head back to the dance floor-” Twilight started, hiccuping between sips of her beverage.
“We just left the damn thing-”
“I know that, silly! I’m just saying when we go back, you could join in on the fun-!”
“But I can barely dance-”
“Neither can I!” Twilight chirped happily, swishing the olive in her glass around with glee. “That doesn’t stop me from trying!” Tempest couldn’t help but smirk at Twilight’s enthusiasm, taking a sip from her whiskey.
“I’ll mull it over another drink, the night is young after all.” Tempest declared, leaning back as the dancing duo on the bartop kicked over a drink, and then another.
“Yo, this dancefloor could use a few extra hands on deck!” Vinyl exclaimed, her platform boots grinding broken glass under her treads. “Come on up, you two!”
“Fight off that gloom and take my hand, there is plenty of room!” Zecora giggled as she extended her hand to Tempest, her cheeks as rosy as the Singa’Pour Sling her dance-partner practically jettisoned out of the bar.
“W-well, if you insist!” Twilight piped up, replacing her Martini with a fresh glass on behalf of Pinkie Pie. It became abundantly clear to Tempest to Twilight’s rational thought has taken a few broadsides thanks to the couple of drinks she pounded back in just the last few minutes. Flapping her wings happily, Twilight lifted herself out of her seat as she took Zecora’s hand, offering a drunken shrug and a face that simply read ‘Gotta go with the flow!’ to her firmly seated yet currently-drinking designated driver.
“Stop cowering in the corner, Marble! It’s just Twilight, who also happens to be the Princess of Friendship! We’re either five seconds away from a marvel of a show or a multimillion bit lawsuit! Isn’t this exciting! I know I’m excited!” Pinkie Pie cheered to the heavens as the three mares danced like they wanted to. Tempest knew this was stupid, but something inside her couldn’t help but chortle at the display of drunken hi-jinks. As much as she did not enjoy participating in tonight’s antics, the spectacle wasn’t lost on her. In reality, the only reason she bothered driving to this club tonight was for Twilight herself.
Or more specifically, so she could enjoy herself.
“What exactly do you call that particular dance move, Twilight?” Pinkie Pie piped up, observing the Princess of Friendship’s bodily movements with inquisitive intrigue.
“I’m not too sure, if you have a clue, Pinkie, I’d like to know!” Twilight giggled as she thrust her hips in every direction, her vocabulary still sharp despite her slight drunken slur patterns. “Hey, Tempest! Maybe if you joined us up here, you could help us find the name of this obscure ritualistic thrusting yourself!”
“I believe I’m fine right where I am.”
“Don’t be such a worry wart, yo! Dancing on a bartop couldn’t be any harder then Conquering Canterlot!”
“That’s something I wouldn’t want to bring up in a club, Vinyl-”
“Come and join us, Tempest! A dour mood can change on the flip of a coin!”
“What gave you the impression that I’m in a bad mood?”
“The Leather jacket is a good indicator!” Twilight cooed, her new drink already significantly drained of essential alcohol. “Come on up, Tempest! You can’t spend the whole-” Twilight choked on her words as her heel slipped out from under her as she flapped her wings to no avail. Thinking quick and acting faster as onlookers gasped in terror, Tempest rose to her feet and caught Twilight with both open arms in the nick of time.
“Like I said.” Tempest started, passing a smirk to Twilight, whose cheeks turned the deepest shade of the red the Unicorn had ever seen. “I’m perfectly fine down here.” Tempest winked, lifting Twilight’s spirits as her next thought went to finding where her expensive shoe went to now. “How about a round of big glasses of water for all of us? On me of course!” Marble Pie put on a genuine smile for the first time all night, shushing Pinkie Pie from admitting that glasses of water were free to avoid disappointing the drunken praise coming from the rowdy bartop dancers.