At a distance the school house resembles exactly what it is, a school house. A meduim sized red building with a small playground in the front an a bell tower sticking out of the roof. In the mornings it was usually extremely busy, that could not be said for the afternoons.

The magneta earth pony sat at her desk, staring hard at the massive heart shaped piece of paper, covered in glitter, ribbon, and hoof-prints. 'Hopefully the girls have learned thier lesson,' Cherilee thought as she continued to stare at the card. In truth, she did want a very special somepony, but explaining to the girls why she wan't a stallion should be left for thier families. At this thought she reached into the normally locked drawer of her desk to remove a heavily folded and worn picture, a testament to the months it had been kept.

Her light purple coat, the pink stripes in her hair, her intricate and complex cutie mark that a pony could get lost in, not to mention she was kind, intelligent, and respected everyone.

Twilight Sparkle was a mare worth having a crush on.

Sighing she returned the picture to its usual place in the drawer, locking it.

'I need to loosen up.' she thought, heading out towards Sugar Cube Corner, where the sounds of a party could already be heard from the few blocks away.

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An hour before the party the over pink pony was inspecting the last of a shipment of freshly delivered punch.

"Thanks Berry!" she cried out in her bubbly, energetic voice as she looked over the last barrel, "I would have made it myself, but Gummy has been sick lately, thanks for coming at such a short notice! Say, I just had the super-duper-amazingest idea ever! Why don't you stay for the party?"

Berry Punch glanced at her best customer, and only competitiom, then glanced at her saddle bag, in which the bottle of wine she was smuggling home weighed guiltily against her side.

"I don't know if I should stay Pinkie," she began, only to be cut off by a pair of powerful pink puppy eyes from the pink party pony.

"Awww, how about you stay for just one hour, a teensy little hour, that can't be too long for a party!"

Berry Punch shrugged, an ackward motion involving her neck, it had been a while since she's last been to a Pinkie Pie Party, and the wine wasn't going anywhere.

"Sure Pinkie, but just one hour, you got that? One hour."

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Cherilee glanced around the party was in full flow, pink balloons, streamers, and cupcakes were scrambled around the interior of the bakery, it looked to be a party for a partys sake, Pinkie Pie threw these when she wanted to party, but did not have a reason to party. She didn't have these that many times, as she usually has a reason for a party.

She picked a cup of punch, and took a whiff, a habit she developed when one of her students decided it was funny to put things in other ponys drinks. It smelled delicous, a blend of fruits, with a small infusion of strawberry and blueberries, presumably to add to the punch flavor without deriving from the fruit.

Before she could drink any of the mouth watering punch though, cloud of pink rammed into her at 88 miles per hour, sending the cup flying over head, to land on a light pink pony with a darker pink hair, she had a cutie mark of two grapevines, one green, one red.

Blushing, Cheriee rushed out as Pinkie fussed over the other pony.

"Pinkie, who was that pony?" was the last thing she heard from the party.

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Cherilee, even her name sent flutters down her spine. Her lush, light pink, mane, her green eyes, and her cutie mark of three smiling flowers. Beautiful, perfect.

Berry Punch had left the party soon after Cherilee, under the pretense of following her and apologizing, Pinkie had a sparkle in her eye when she told Berry that Cherilee was the school teacher, and could be found near the school at work hours. She was unsuccesful in tracking down Cherilee, and upon returning home decompressed by taking a massive bubble bath.

For the first time in a long while, a wine bottle stayed hidden and unopened in her house.

She had something happy to think of now.

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Cherilee walked down the street, looking for the address that Pinkie Pie had given her for a good punch maker.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders had finished the chores that they had been assigned, albiet with a little help from Big Macintosh, and they had decided to treat the girls with a picnic under the gazebo. Since the girls are too young for apple cider, she had went off looking for Pinkie Pie to ask for some punch. Pinkie, as it turns out, had used it all in an incident involving a skateboard and her bedroom wall, and gave her the address of her emergency supplier with a strange gleam in her eyes.

Walking into the small store, Cherilee glanced around, an abandoned front desk with a small bell sat in front of a hallway, which had a few doors going down it's length, presumably leading into different parts of the store or the owners living area. The entire building smelt of berries, various fruits, and a strong smell she had only encountered once before.

Alcohol.

Walking up to the desk she flicked at the bell, the metal on her shoe causing a highpitch ringing.

"Comin'" a mares voice came out from one of the rooms, it seemed strangely forced and a bit garbled.

Out came a very familiar pony. Magneta mane, with a light pink coat, but there was a subtle diffrence. Her eyes were bloodshot and had dark bags under them, adn her hair seemed to be storing enough static to kill a pony. She was carring a strange cup, it was glass, it resembled a flower, with a loing stem and circular foot, but it had a cup shape at the top end. The cup part was filled with a strong smelling red liquid, which the other pony quickly swallawed upon seeing Cherilee.

Her cutie mark was two grape vines.

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