I took my time after school to get ready for the game. There really wasn't any night life or clubs in town, so the high school athletics was the only way to get my grandparents out on the town... well minus the booze infested bingo night at the local VFW hall every Tuesday and Thursday. I had to dress them. Not physically of course, but I had to choose their clothing for them. They really didn't care for the colors of Canterlot High, just the students and hopefully any stage of undress. Seriously, somehow I was more mature about this than my grandparents. It was like watching over two juvenile delinquents.

"Grandma, you know what you have to do," I commanded.

"Geez, Anon. You know that's incest."

I gave her a annoyed look while she held her arms out to the side.

I frisked her entire body... or at least that was the plan until I felt a cylinder in her coat.

They fucking would.

I reached in there to pull it out. It was a thermal cup. But I knew there was no noddle soup in that thing. I unscrewed the cap was met with a strong order of the stuff:

Pineapple juice with vodka.

"The football team sucks Anon, and we need something to loosen us up for heckling the coach all game, so sue us."

I never liked that coach anyway, so I slipped the thermal back in her pocket.

"Goodspeed, Grandma."

***

The sun was setting earlier now, and the beginning of the bright colors of the dying leaves were warning signs of the impending fall, Which meant that the morning runs would be a lot cooler, which wasn't a bad thing.

The town was making their way to the stadium on foot. Conversations, kids playing and running around, talk about actually winning a game this year was around me. It got louder the closer we got to the stadium. We certainly were not expecting anyone waiting for us in front of the stadium. Yet there was.

"Anon!" Rarity waved as she jogged to us.

"Hey Rare, whats up?" I asked.

"Quick favor. Do you mind if I take a look at your grandmothers clothes from the 70's? I want to get some references in case it ever comes back in style."

My grandmother chuckled. "Sweetie, there was a reason it went out of style. None of those reasons were good. Anon, take Rarity to the attic. It should be in a pile of other clothes. And for the love of god don't go to the '80's' box if you value taste in color choices."

My grandfather gave me the house keys. "Use a condom, kid."

Rarity blushed in embarrassment, so did I.

I had to give it up to Rarity though, she knew how to recover. "Anyway, come Anon! I need your help!"

I shrugged and left with her.

"So why do you need my help?"

"Because Anon: The attic is probably filled with icky things and I need someone to carry them to the shop!"

"Sure?"

"Besides, it's better than watching that 'sports'"

As we swam against the crowd of people heading to the game, we ran into a familiar group: Flash and his entourage. Bad news was I was surrounded by flash and his entourage of the most influential students in the school. Good news was that everyone was watching, especially the girls. Anything goes wrong the entire town was watching. Still sucked that my boys were probably already in the stadium.

"So. whats going in this neck of the woods?" Flash asked with his imposing glare. I wasn't afraid of his scrawny ass, but Rarity clearly looked uncomfortable.

"Oh, Flash! I was just getting some material from Anon's grandparents!" Rarity said.

"What for?" Fluttershy asked.

"I'm thinking of doing a clothing based on the 70's!" Rarity announced.

The girls were smiling and excited for Rarity's new line. Flash couldn't care less. His glare was obvious to everyone, and even the girls looked a bit concerned. He blew it off and without a word continued to walk. Everyone walked past us as if we didn't exist. As I turned my head, I spotted my crew in the crowd. They had their shirts trapped around their swinging arms ready to fight if need be.

"I must say that the entire situation was rather... awkward," Rarity commented as we got in her car.

"You are saying it to the guy who he was wanting to pummel."

The drive became 'Rarity talks about her awkward experiences with Flash'. It was entertaining, with getting dirt on the guy to boot.

"He would once in a while ask me to send him a video of me using my hair brush as a dildo," Rarity complained as we pulled up to my house. Didn't want to say anything about that, because I would of asked too.

Rarity wasn't too impressed with my house, since it wasn't her fabulous mansion or whatever, but she did love the simplistic charm to it. What she did not like was the amount of dust in the attic, or the fact she needed to get up there to find the clothes she needed.

What Rarity was happy for was when I discovered the trunk that held the clothes. It was... well It wasn't really the urban clothes I am used to but I felt like I could of at least rocked my grandpa's clothing... right before being shoved into a locker while being called a nerd.

Rarity shifted through and found what she liked: 5 kitchen trash bags full of them.

And guess who had to be the one to carry all five? No really, I'll give you all time to think this one really hard and really carefully.

"Thank you Anon, I'll try to remember to reward you later."