Chapter 17: Night at the Nightclub

Pinkie is dragging Dusk to the nightclub, which Dusk really enjoys. He doesn’t really know why.

“So, Pinkie, what is the name of the place we are going to?”

“Only the best club in Ponyville, Party United. You know that I helped with their development?”

‘Why does that not surprise me?’

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About ten minutes, Pinkie and Dusk arrive at the club. The line to the establishment is quite long, and most of the ponies lined up were stallion and mares, just old enough to be allowed entry. There were two buff stallions at the entry, who would only let anypony of legal age enter.

“Pinkie, with the line this long, it will take us at least twenty minutes, just to get in.” Stress’s Dusk.

“Must be a quiet day today. Anyway, I know this super easy way to quickly get inside.”

“As long as it’s legal.”

Pinkie walks up to the two bouncers. One of them has a white coat with a short black mane, and the other has a light brown coat with a lemon yellow mane. Both of them have suits which covers most of their body, and they also have dark tinted sunglasses.  They are big, but they don’t compare to Big Mac. They also look as serious as buck.

Pinkie was up to the white coated stallion, “Oh Hai Sunny.”

“Hey Pinkie, what can I do for you and your coltfriend.”

“He’s not my coltfriend silly, I like Dashie, remember. Anyway, me and Dusky would like to enter.”

The one called Sunny accepts, “Yeah that’s fine Pinkie. Hey Pleasantry, let these two in.” He says with a happy, deep voice.

“Sure thing, you two have fun.” He responds in a similar tone.

“Thanks you guys.” Pinkie cheerfully answers.

“Wait, how come those two can go in like that, while we all have to stay in line?” Complains some random mare in the line.

“They’re VIPs, so shut up and wait your turn.” Pleasantry says in a deathly tone.

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“Err, Pinkie, I don’t really think that their names suit their job.”

“That’s what you think, *gasp* I think that’s Zephy over there.” She point to his direction, and Dusk cannot comprehend how she could have seen him. He could barely recognize his features, as he is mostly obscured by other ponies in front of him.

“How the hay did you-“ Dusk is interrupted, when Pinkie begins to drag him towards Zephyr’s direction.

Ten seconds later, Pinkie stops dragging Dusk, as they were in front of Zephyr.

“Hai Zephy.”

“Pinkie, I’ve told you not to call me that name.” says the annoyed ‘Zephy’.

“But Zephy, why don’t you like me calling you by that name?” Pinkie asks.

“I just don’t like it, I only like being called that by somepony I love.”

“I think that policy of yours, is going to have to change then, Zephy.”

Zephyr glares at Dusk, “You know how much I hate you right now, Dusk?

“You know you love it.”

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Inside the walls of Party United, it is mental. DJ PON-3 is in the middle of her gig, at least one hundred ponies were dancing (in one way or another) to her music. It is quieter near the bar, with the bartender serving various alcoholic beverages, such as beers, vodkas, martinis, whiskey and other various spirits. Luckily, there are very few drunks in the bar, and they are having a great time, without ruining it for others.

Near the side of the club, were a few tables, where patrons could basically socialize and do whatever they please. This is where Dusk, Zephyr and Pinkie were seated. Zephyr has only had one or two alcoholic apple ciders, while Pinkie had already downed four or five vodkas. Despite the amount of alcohol she’s consumed, she is still being her normal bubbly self. Dusk is the most sober of the job, as he had only drank one bottle of lemonade. He knew that he is of legal drinking age, but has never been the sort to drink.

“…and that is when the giant cupcake took over Equestria, or so he thought. That is when I came in with the party cannon, and gave him such a fun party, that he blew up, and I saved all of Equestria.”

“Pinkie, that has got to be the most random story I have ever heard.” Comments Zephyr.

“Oh really? Have you ever heard any of my stories Zephy?” Asks Dusk.

“Stop. Calling. Me.  Zephy.”

“What are you gonna do about it, Zephy?” Dusk says in a challenging tone.

*punch* “Ow.”

“See what happens.” Zephyr smugly responds.

Dusk is rubbing his right foreleg. “Totally worth it.”

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After an hour, the DJ’s gig is nearly finished, there has been one drunk stallion, who had been thrown out by Sunny and Pleasantly, (Dusk still couldn’t get over the irony of their names) but the club is still as loud and fast-paced as before.

Zephyr has had one more drink, his speech is slightly slurred, while Pinkie had downed her 12th vodka. Dusk had no idea where she had the money to buy all of the drinks for herself, Dusk and Zephyr, and what baffles him more, is her alcohol tolerance. She is still acting completely normal. Dusk still hasn’t touched an alcoholic beverage.

“Hey Zephy, I challenge you to a drinking contest. Whoever loses has to pay for the drinks.”

“Challenge Acshepted Pinkie!” Slurs Zephyr.

‘Zephy is screwed…’

“Hey Dusky, could you do us a favor?” asks Pinkie

“What is it?”

“I need you to go and get us 10 whiskey shots.” Money randomly appears out of nowhere, with a bit of confetti of course. “Here is the exact price of the shots.”

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Dusk had to go back before, because he needed ten more shots. Dusk hopes that he doesn’t need to do it again, because he just can’t be stuffed.

So far, they both have had 7 shots each. Pinkie started to look a bit woozy, but otherwise, she is fine. For Zephyr, it is a different story, he is completely wasted. He has no hoof-eye co-ordination, (unless he is trying to drink another shot) he speech in heavily slurred, he looks like a mess etc.

Pinkie finishes her 8th shot without problem, but as Zeph tries to drink his 8th shot, Dusk steps in.

“Okay, okay time out Zeph, Pinkie is the winner.” He was worried for their health.

“But, Duuusk, I’m not done yet.” Slurs Zephyr

“Yes you are Zeph.”

“Yay! Don’t you worry Zephy, I’ll still pay for the drinks.” Assures Pinkie.

“Thank ya Pinkie. You’re the best.”

‘How come Zeph doesn’t rage at Pinkie when she calls him Zephy, possible because I just say it to spite him…’

“Hey Dusky,” says Pinkie, interrupting his thought. “We still have another 5 five shots to drink. I think that-“

“Oh no, Pinkie." He held up his hooves to show he didn't want any, "I will not be having a shot.”

“But, but Dusk, you should just try it to see if you’ll like it.”

“I said no before, I’ll say no again.” Stubbornly refuses Dusk.

Pinkie’s mane loses a tiny bit of puff, which Dusk notices. “I just want you to at least try it once Dusk. I won’t make you have anymore.” She dejectedly says.

Dusk, felt a bit bad for Pinkie. “OK, fine Pinkie, I’ll just try a little bit, and we’ll see what will happen from there.”

Her mane is back to full puffiness. “Great! Enjoy Dusk.”

She slides the shot glass across the table, without spilling a drop. Dusk grabs the glass with his hoof and brings it up to his mouth.

‘What’s the worst that could happen?’

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