The party turned into chaos pretty quickly. People were running around, bumping into each other, trying to get out of there. When it comes to getting out of police raids: the front door was always death due to the fact everyone were trying to get out that way, and the cops use the front door as their way in. There is always a second way out when it came to houses, and my way out was the kitchen door. In emergencies, even your biggest enemy becomes your best friend for the sake of survival, as I found out when attempting to get out the back door. As I ran out, I collided with Flash, knocking both of us to the hard concrete.

"Get up!" I commanded, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to his feet. We ran across the backyard and to the brick fence, using the trash can that was placed against the wall. We used it to hop over the wall and into the alleyway. We saw the sirens in the background and the police helicopter overhead, its spotlight flashing down at the house itself. We kept running until we ended up far enough that we felt safe. We sat on the curb and began to catch our breath, and began to laugh.

"Oh man! Running and alcohol do not mix, I can tell you that right now!" Flash said with a laugh.

"Right?!"

"I thought we were goners after we crashed. holy shit I can't believe we got away!"

We helped each other up, trying to get air back in our lungs. Even with my conditioning I never ran that fast for that long. Hell, I was impressed Flash could even catch up.

"Man, it's a shame we have to go back being 'enemies'," I said.

"Right? all over a bunch of cute girls," Flash replied.

When he said the g-word, our eyes widened, our mouths dropped. We knew we were in deep shit.

We had left the girls behind.

"Fuck! We left them behind!" I bellowed

"Shit, we did! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

"Alright, calm down Flash... we need to think of a plan."

"Yea, have any good ones?"

I began to think, it didn't take long before I realized I had a plan, and a private photo to entice the resource.

"Alright, let's go figure out if they didn't leave... they must of ran-"

It was then I received a text from Sunset Shimmer.

"We couldn't get out in time, cops have us. Think of something quick or you and Flash are getting castrated tonight."

"Nope, they were captured. Let me make a phone call."

We arrived back at the house just as the cops were getting the girl's and the host's information. We casually walked in, the cops had widened eyes and 'uh oh's'.

That was because my grandfather was with us.

The lashing they got was vicious and painful. The old, senile man was bossing the grown men around as if they were boy scouts. My grandfather had been living in this town for a long time, watch the members of the police force grow up and still remembered of the countless times he busted them for breaking the law as kids, and he wasn't afraid to bring it up. Especially with the current chief's reefer party that he broke up many years ago when he was in high school.

At the end, the chief radioed the helicopter and it took off back to base, while the police force walked back to their cars and drove off with sirens to save face with the neighborhood to think they actually shut down the party and did its job.

"You girls need a lift?" Grandpa asked.

Flash and I gave each other a nod before he drove off with his crew, back to his house for the afterparty. Sunset gave me a big hug before she left "Thanks for sticking your neck out for us,"

"You sure you don't want us to take you home?" I asked.

"I'll manage ," She said with a smile before she started her walk home.

And with that, we started our route to dropping all the girls off, ending with Twilight. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek goodbye.

"Well, grandpa," I said, exhausted and ready to go home.

"Not so fast, sonny," he replied.

"Yea?"

"I'm hungry, let's get some burgers!"

"I'm game," I said with a smile.

"Before we do: remember your end of the deal," He said sternly.

"Right here?"

"Yea!"

I took a sigh. I fished into my pocket for my phone and pulled it out. One or two swipes later I found what I was looking for. I handed my phone to him and his eyes widened, he readjusted his glasses. He was looking at a nude photo Rarity sent me. She used her giant mirror in her room for it. I loved that pic, and I guess it was currency to share it, in a weird way.

"Sweet mercy! Girls these days! What a knockout!" He said as he handed me my phone back.

"You think so?" I asked.

"She is the hottest in your group of friends!" He said as we drove off.

Author's Notes:

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