Author's Notes:

This is just a bit of fluff.
I am actually a few pages into the "morning after and day beyond" chapter.
There will be more.

Riot staggers valiantly out onto the driveway. The muffled tunes of “The Loved Ones” sparking their last out from the garage behind her. She cracks her knuckles, then rolls her shoulders and breathes in before giving the sun a missing-tooth smile. A smile just as intense as the last thousand she gave.

Her mission here is complete, at least for the following few hours. Party has been had, chaos has been made. A budding romance has been more-or-less helped along.
She picks about in her pockets, ruffling around in her jacket with one hand while dragging the other though her broken-down mohawk. Some fingers tangle in red hair, some fingers find a crumpled packet of smokes.

She takes another breath and raises both arms in a silent salute. The hills of the town light with the glaring fire of morning. Long shadows are cast by buildings and trees alike.
This may be shit-town-nowhereville but it is, after all, her own nowhereville.

Pulling a flattened cigarette out of the dead packet, Riot nods once to herself. Last night was more than usual. The least likely of events unfolded and she cannot help but to feel a bit involved in it all.

Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle got together. Together in a more-than-nothing way. Riot puts the crushed cig to her lips as “Diesel Boy” makes a comeback from the crackling stereo inside. The dying flare of a burnt-out lighter is followed by a thin sliver of smoke, then a cloud as she exhales. The smoke dies against the rays of the new sun just as the thought-of lover's duo makes it home on the other side of town.

Riot closes her eyes and sways with the music for a moment before turning to re-enter the garage. A wicked, perpetual smile playing on her lips.