Rarity worked on her dresses every afternoon, like she alwa–

“I’m sorry what was that?”

“GOD DAMMIT!”

“Oh my, I messed up the stitch!”

“Why do you ponies constantly interrupt me, when I’m trying to write my stories!?”

“What are you talking about?” Rarity asked not looking up from her work. “What was that?”

“Ugh, can you please just go along with what I’m writing?”

“Sorry what?” Rarity asked completely engrossed in her work.

“Oh my God she won’t even–”

Over on the other side of the boutique the door flung open only to reveal a brown earthpony with an hourglass on his flank. “Sorry to bother you, Rarity, but have you finished mine and Ditzy’s outfits yet for the Gala?”

“Oh great bring the Time Lord into this now…”

“Who said that,” asked Rarity.

“I dunno,” said the Doctor.

“Oh great both of you can hear me, what’s next the cutie mar–”

“Rarity,” said Sweetie Belle “is it okay if the girls and I borrow one of the tweezers?”

“Well fuck I spoke to soon.”

“Did you hear that,” asked the Doctor.

“Yeah hold on, Doctor, they’re in the kitchen in the second drawer on the left.”

“Alright thanks.” Said Sweetie Belle as she ran by,

Rarity raised a curious eyebrow. “Why do you girls need them anyways?”

Sweetie Belle stopped. “Well back at Applebloom’s we found a cool magazine but some of the pages are stuck together and we can't get a good grip on them. Plus when we tried it tasted really salty and gross.”

Leaning back in my chair I stared at my monitor with the most disgusted face I had ever made up. After few minutes I reached for my keyboard but then I hesitated. “Wh… Why, eh… What!?” I yelled the pitch of my voice almost being able to match those of a young toddler.

“What’s going on in there?” Asked my Grandfather who must have been walking past my room to get to the bathroom.

“Eh, nothing you want to know, Grandpa, just trust me on this one!”

“You better not be on that web site again.”

“I’m not,” I replied back as I turned back towards my monitor. Reaching for my beer I took a large gulp, shaking my head I gasped. “Alright let’s do this.”

Rarity shared a confused look with the Doctor as Sweetie Belle scampered off back into the ki–

“So how has your afternoon been going for you, Doctor," Rarity asked as she got back to work.

“Aw, come on I'm workin here–”

“Oh it’s been quite nice really, Ditzy and I just got back from our recent trip and she got me this neat old thing,” he said as he brought out a pretty fancy looking pocket watch.

“Hey stop cutting me off you di–”

“Oh that’s beautiful,” Rarity said as she eyed the watch. “Where’d she get it?”

“I swear to God if any of you cut me off one m–”

“I don’t know really, I was working on an experiment of mine when she came up behind me and–”

“No! You’re not telling the story I a–”

The doors to boutique flew open, and in came Pinkie Pie, and bunch other ponies that seem to be in a congaline. Pinkie Pie held a large pink cannon in front of her that blasted confetti and streamers all over the room. “It’s time to Part–”

Flipping my keyboard I stood up. “Fuck this shit I’m making a sandwich.”

Author's Notes:

I really hate it when this shit happens.