Chapter 2: Chance

When Twilight had suggested they all would go out clubbing, Spike was under the

impression that “all” included him as well.. Much to his disappointment, he discovered

not only can baby dragons not legally be sold alcohol, but Twilight had meant for him to

baby sit the six of them.

“What a waste.” Muttered Spike, as he sat at the bar. “Give me another soda, Pony Joe.”

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough kid?” The bartender joked, sliding him another mug

full of root beer. “You’re not driving tonight are you?”

“Shut up.” Spike snapped as he swiveled in his bar stool and observed the scene around

him.

DJ Pon-3 was by the turn tables spinning some horrible auto-tuned pop. The kind of

music that one would have to be on the far side of wasted to have thought sounded

anything resembling music. The party going on in the club was a regular Sodom and

Gomorra. Total sin and debauchery. Fillys grinding on colts, random couples hooking up

possibly only for the night. Maybe if Spike was in a better mood, or drunk himself, this

scene would be appealing to him. Instead all it did was disgust him.

“Hey Spike!” Fluttershy exclaimed loudly, glomping him in a sloppy hug that he pushed

off and sat her on a bar stool. “Are you having fun?” She giggled.

“Tons.” Snapped Spike.

“Yeah... Me neither...” Fluttershy’s emotion suddenly swaying.

“Woooboy!” Applejack stretched, returning from the dance floor and ordering yet another

shot of whiskey. “I tell ya, this vacation has been more fun then an Apple Acres midnight

rodeo!” She downed her shot, then noticing the grim look on her friends faces, asked

“What’s botherin’ you two?”

“I’m not drunk.” Spike explained. “I have no idea what’s wrong with this one.” he

nodded towards Fluttershy who was now crying into the shoulder of his dress shirt, which

was rapidly becoming more and more moist, but he ignored it.

“I’m fine!” Fluttershy said in-between sobs, “I just think I took to many pills!”

“Pills?!” AppleJack bolted to her side “You shouldn’t be taking medication with

alcohol!” She felt Fluttershy’s forehead. “What was it? How much did you take?”

“It was the watermelon colored ones!” Fluttershy giggled “The whole bottle!”

“The whole bottle?! What’re trying to do, kill yourself?” AppleJack scolded.

“Noooooooo!” She laughed “This is probably one of those... what’re they called? Cry for

help attempts?”

AppleJack groaned, then taking the drugged girl by the shoulder “C’mon, lets get you

back to the hotel room.” She added “Spike, go find the others on the dance floor, and tell

them what’s going on, okay?”

“If it means getting out here, sure. Gladly.” Responded Spike, hopping off the bar stole

and towards the sea of bodies on the dance floor. “Excuse me... Pardon me... You’re

stepping on my tail, please!” as he pushed through.

Reaching the otherside of the club he spotted Pinkie Pie and Twilight partying hard.

Twilight’s head bopping up and down with her tongue sticking out as if she was having a

seizure. Pinkie Pie in turn, spazzing out in a similar style.

“Hey guys, uh-” Spike began, stuttering. Just how does one go about telling his friend that

their other friend was upstairs suffering through a suicide attempt?

“Oh my God, Spike!” Pinkie grabbed the little dragon, up in her arms and began spinning

“Isn’t this the greatest fun in the world?!?!”

“Not when your sober.” Spike noted, dead panned.

“What do you mean? I’m sober and I’m having a blast!” Exclaimed Pinkie, tossing him

up in the air. Spike didn’t have the nerve to state what he was thinking: You’re also

bat-shit insane.

“Twilight.” He said, getting her attention “You guys are needed back in the hotel room.

AppleJack thinks there is something wrong with Fluttershy.”

“Oh I hope it isn’t serious.” commented Twilight “We better go, Pinkie. Spike, would

you mind getting Rainbow and Rarity? They’re in the back by the VIP section.”

Spike sighed, navigating through the gyrating bodies yet again. Eventually, he reached the

back of the club, where he witnessed a site that sank his heart. Rainbow and Rarity

dancing suggestively, both visibly drunk. Rainbow tussling with Rarity’s mane, Rarity

responded by giving a sultry smile and laying on a big kiss.

Spike stood, frozen as if he had laid his eyes upon madness itself. Time slowed down, as

the blaring music in the club slowed to a straight beat that thumped in time with his

breaking heart. The song exclaimed “I’ve got a feeling, that tonight’s going to be a good

night.”

Inside, Spike silently raged: No, it’s not.