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Yahtzee woke up the next morning with a satisfied yawn, throwing his hands into the air to stretch his invisible appendages. Rubbing his eyes, he swung his feet off the bed and hopped to the ground. Once he was content with the condition of his eyes, he looked towards the door and began walking towards it. Once he reached it, however, he noticed a small note taped to it. He smirked, knowing what it was, but grabbed it to give it a read nonetheless.

              Dear Yahtzee,

I believe we need to have a chat. When you wake up, come seek me in the throne room.

-Princess Celestia.

"I wonder what's wrong?" he inquired playfully as he neatly folded the paper. Sliding it under his hat, he opened the door to his room and saw the pair of guards were looking the other way. "Morning, gents. Lovely day, isn't it?"

The guards did not reply. Instead, they continued to look forward with a strange look in their eye.

"That's the way to the throne room, aye?" the man inquired, pointing down the hall. This time the guards gave him a small nod. "Righto."

Yahtzee then placed his hands behind his back and started towards the throne room, whistling merrily as he made his way to the impromptu meeting. As he went down the long, ornately decorated halls, he occasionally offered the guards he passed a courtesy nod. Eventually, he soon found himself at the doors to the large room, where another pair of guards stood at attention.

"I believe your ruler wants to have a chat with me," Yahtzee said simply.

The guards shared a slightly grim look, then reached for the doors to open them. As they did so, Yahtzee strolled inwards, eyes closed happily as he made his way towards the large horse who was eyeing him seriously. When he reached the foot of the throne, Yahtzee simply remained silent, waiting for her to speak.

"Do you know why I wish to speak to you?" Celestia asked finally after a minute.

"I assume it's because you can't get enough of my charm," he replied coolly, reaching under his hat to grab the piece of paper. "Unless you're referring to this little invitation. From what I've gathered, for you to have given me a message like this, I must have either done something terribly wrong, or I must have done something terribly right."

"Do you remember what may have happened last night in Ponyville?"

"I think I might remember some of it, yes. But I assume you'll want to refresh my memory for me?"

"Last night I received a report from my student, Twilight Sparkle. Multiple reports, actually, each one making less sense than the last. Do you know the reason for this?" the Princess inquired with furrowed brows.

"From where I'm from, people often send regrettable messages to their friends and loved ones when they are under the influence of alcohol. I suppose drunk reporting is this world's drunk texting," he answered calmly.

"That is what I thought," she said with a heavy sigh. "Why, may I ask, did you make my student and her friends come to a bar with you?"

"Make them drink with me? Heavens, no. I'd sooner force myself to only play mumorpugers for the rest of my life," Yahtzee snorted. Celestia raised a brow at him, showing that she wanted him to explain further. "You see, that purple-horned student of yours thought that since she can't get through to me when I'm sober, that she'd give a go at trying to befriend me while I was drunk. Little did she know, however, that I am a seasoned veteran."

"So you let them drink the same amount as you?"

"Oh, no. They did that of their own free will," he chuckled bemusedly. "I was very surprised they lasted as long as they did."

"I apologize, do you find the fact that you have made the Elements of Harmony very sick funny?"

"I suppose a tad, yes," he admitted. "You would have too if you saw the way they were acting."

"I want you to apologize to them," she sighed.

"What, seriously?" he asked. "I did about as much work getting them to drink as the developers of Call of Duty do to make their games noticeably different. Why should I apologize for what I didn't do?"

"They would not have drank anything had you not made it so difficult to befriend you. They saw it as the only opportunity to join you in something you enjoy, hoping that it would get you to start to warm up to them."

"I suppose that is true, but I still fail to see why I should tell them I'm sorry. Couldn't I just give them some terribly cliche PSA that warns them about the dangers of alcohol, then promptly go back to said bar and be a hypocrite?"

"No."

"Didn't think so," he grumbled sourly. "I suppose it doesn't matter since I have no currency from this world anyways. Say, I don't suppose you could write me up a letter telling the bartenders of this place to give me free booze, would you?"

"Do you really expect me to give you a free pass after last night?"

"Yes."

"I apologize, but if anything, I might see what I could do about making sure you aren't allowed anywhere near a drop of hard cider again."

"Okay, first you wanted me to be nice which goes against my very nature, but now you're trying to make me miserable while I do that?"

"You haven't been making much progress on the niceness if the letters are to be believed. Now, I will send you back to the library. I expect you to make amends with Twilight and her friends while you are there. If you do so without seeming insincere, and I will ask Twilight to confirm your apology, I will see what I can do about making your stay more pleasant."

"Fine. If it means that much to you, I will apologize," Yahtzee grunted, watching in annoyance as her horn began to glow to send him off. Hesitantly, he scratched the back of his head. "Er, one more thing."

"Yes?" she asked.

"If it's worth anything, I enjoyed myself last night," Yahtzee said slowly, holding up his right hand as Celestia began to smile softly, halting the spread of the happy expression. "Not much, but I did. It was, dare I say it, enjoyable to have somebody to chat with while having a drink. I'm not sure if I would drink with them again, but it was not as unbearable as I thought it would be."

"I'm glad," she said with a smile.

Yahtzee then instantly became enveloped in a gold light, then covered his eyes from the bright flash with his hat. Knowing he was good, he placed the hat back on his head and saw Twilight sitting at the table with Rarity, both of them with a steaming cup of tea in front of them. They glanced to the side and saw Yahtzee standing there, then grumbled something and took a sip out of their drinks.

"Er, hello," Yahtzee said, giving them a half-wave. "How are you two doing today?"

"Awful," Rarity said quietly, a regretful tone to her voice.

"Horrible," Twilight added.

"Horribly awful," Rarity murmured, then took another sip of her tea. She then gave him a once-over and scowled lightly at him, noting his disposition was very much the same. "Yourself?"

"I can't complain," he chuckled slightly, trying hard not to laugh at the inexperienced drinkers' misfortunes. He looked to Rarity for a few seconds, then to Twilight. "I heard you sent Celestia some messages last night. Quite embarrassing ones by the way she talked about it."

"I did?" Twilight asked, then let out a soft groan and placed her head on the table. "As if this migraine wasn't bad enough, now I have to send her messages begging her to forget about the ones from last night. I knew I shouldn't have left the library yesterday..."

"Right, about yesterday," he said tightly, standing straight up. "I feel like there are some words I should tell you."

"Is it the promise that we don't have to repeat the events of last night?" Rarity inquired.

"That's one, yes," he said with a nod, then saw that Rarity let out a sigh of relief and began to smile slightly. "But that is not the only thing. I would like you to know that I think it was... generous of you to cover my tab, and I do somewhat appreciate it."

"Somewhat?" the white unicorn asked, raising an unimpressed brow at him.

"Come now, you know this isn't my thing! You'll have to excuse me when it comes to apologies and 'thank you's. My world is more used to saying 'go away' and 'sod off', so this is harder for me than trying to play a rousing game of Battletoads," he said, then grunted and readjusted his hat. "But just because I'm not the best at it doesn't mean I don't know how to appreciate certain qualities of people. Or ponies, in this case. Being able to be nice to someone who clearly doesn't want a thing to do with you is a very admirable quality, and I wish I could do that as well as you girls have done with me. While I can't promise me being patient with you all the time, I will try harder now."

"That's all we could have asked for," Twilight said, giving him a smile, then cringing and clutching onto her horn. "Every time I try to use magic, my head flares with pain, you could start by getting me a book on basic aid and mental health. There must be some way to get rid of this thing without magic. This tea is helping, but not as much as I'd like it to."

"Right," he said, striding towards the bookshelves. "I don't suppose you could forward my apology to your other friends? I think I might be able to muster up one for the yellow one since she most likely needs to hear it from me, but I fear Keloggs and the blue one won't hesitate to punish me, so it may be safer for them to hear it from you. And I have no idea what to expect out of the pink one."

"I'll see what I can," she murmured.

"So where is the little dragon? Still asleep?"

"I sent him out to check on the other. I'm hoping some of them are handling this better than Rarity and I."

"Probably wise," he coughed into his hand, then grabbed a book off the shelf and read the cover. Shaking his head, he placed it back and walked back to the table.

"You couldn't find anything?" Twilight moaned helplessly. "I would have thought there would be something in this library to help with-"

"A book can't help you with a hangover," Yahtzee said quietly, holding up his hand to interrupt her. "I, however, as a professional in the subject, can offer you better advice to get rid of it quick. Though it has been a while since I have been able to feel the oh-so pleasant feeing of the morning migraine, I remember what I did to get rid of it."

"I am not sure if I should be happy for you being able to help us with this, or be worried about you being a self-proclaimed professional drinker..." Rarity said hesitantly.

"Just tell us what we need to do," Twilight groaned as she felt a hard, throbbing sensation in her noggin.

"You need to have plenty of food with vitamins in them. Bananas, oranges, mostly any fruit. You ponies, being herbivores, probably have those grown and sold up the yin-yang around here. Another thing you could also do is take a hot bath to sweat the toxins out."

"Would going to the local spa help?" Twilight asked and Rarity's face went from slightly pained to ecstatic.

"Even if it doesn't completely rid of it, it wouldn't hurt," Rarity said sweetly.

"Of course you would-" he grumbled then shook his head, thinking it was unwise to mention obviously terrible stereotypes. "I meant to say, yes. It probably would help some."

"Well, Twilight, the day is on me," Rarity said in a sing-song voice, hopping out of the chair to make her way towards the door.

"Seems like just the thought of it helped her just fine," Twilight noted with a chuckle.

"Seems like it, doesn't it?"

"Come, you two. While we're there, not only will we start feeling better, but maybe we can pamper ourselves so we can look better as well," Rarity said as she stopped by the door, waving them towards her.

"I think that I already look- wait, why am I coming?" Yahtzee asked nervously.

"Well it would be rude of us to not invite you, and it would be rude of you to decline."

"Besides, it might help you to relax more," Twilight noted as she went out the door. "Come on, you might find it fun."

"Fantastic then," he said quietly, watching as the pair began walking away, already seeming much better than they were minutes ago. Glancing at the ground, he let out an annoyed sigh and began walking after them, hoping that he would get home soon.