"Hey Andrew! What can I do for you tonight?"

"I think I'll have a shot of tequila, please."

"Comin' right up!"

"Thanks Berry."

Andrew was having a blast at Pinkie's party. One of the best ones she's ever thrown before.

He sat down quietly at the bar, waiting for his order to come out. As he waited, he talked with Nick and Helena, who sat right next to him. They were a little tipsy already, making the conversation much more interesting for Andrew.

(The next things that came out of their mouths were too inappropriate to be described to the public, so we're just going to skip ahead a little bit.)

"So guys, I hope the party's to your liking?" He said in his raised voice, trying to speak over the loud music.

"Oh, yeah. It's *hic* great." Nick patted him on the back.

"Simply livid." Helena said.

Andrew took a gulp of his tequila, coughing as it burned his throat going down. He wiped his mouth with his wrist, flicking the excess liquid to the ground. His attention then averted to a giant platter, full of drinks and pub food. Being the good samaritan he is, Andrew picked it up and hefted it up like a waiter, one handed.

"I'll take this to them, who am I giving it to?" Andrew asked. Berry Punch then pointed to a lone booth, full of six familiar mares sitting at a round table. Some had a red flush, while others looked pretty sober.

"Thank you for the help, Andrew."

"No problem, I am supposed to help the community in any way I can...or at least that's what my job description says." He mumbled under his breath.

He then steadily walked on over to the booth, platter on his hand, and trying to avoid spilling anything. Though it's been a while since he actually carried one of those, he still had the steady hand of a sniper. He then placed the platter on the table, and the customers noticed who brought them their drinks.

"Alright, so who here ordered the drinks?" They all looked up to him, and they audibly gasped. Not knowing why they gasped, Andrew probably thought that at least half of them were drunk.

"Hey, Andrew! It's nice to see you!" Pinkie greeted.

"Hey girls, how are you doing this fine evening?" Andrew asked. They all shook their heads and said that their night has been full of fun. Even Rainbow was in a cheery mood.

"Hey Pinkie, thanks for the party again."

"No problem Drew! But hey, I think Vinyl is looking for you." She whispered.

Andrew took the now empty platter back to the bar, and handed it back to Berry Punch to be used again. He then navigated his way through the dance floor, full of ponies partying hard. He then made his way backstage, and saw Vinyl arguing with somepony. He went silent, not wanting to interrupt anything. Once he saw her in his peripheral vision, he tapped her on the back.

"Hold on Tavi, we'll settle this later." She turned to Andrew.

"Hey uh, Andrew! How's the party so far?" She asked sheepishly. Andrew nodded, raising his eyebrow.

"Uh, Vinyl, who is this?" A gray mare pushed her out of the way, and met eye contact with Andrew, who stared her down. He tried not to be intimidating, but him towering over the four foot creature didn't help it at all.

"Oh right! You two haven't met before. Tavi, this is Andrew, you may have seen him walking down the streets." Octavia smiled at Andrew, who happily waved his hand slowly back at her.

"Andrew, this is Octavia, my room mate and fellow musical composer." She teased, causing Octavia to roll her eyes.

"I can't believe you call, this music!" She said, flattening her ears as the bass dropped again.

Andrew and Vinyl both laughed. He then put in his ear plugs, because he knew that the music was going to be loud. He's been to multiple concerts in the past, and every time he came out half deaf, because of the speakers being so loud. He grabbed the microphone and cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the whole club.

"Hello Ponyville, how are you doing tonight?!" He yelled through his microphone. They crowd responded with a loud cheer, as expected.

"Some of you may know me as the local Ponyville cop or a close friend, others may know me as a hero. Tonight, we're none of those, because we're going to step it up a notch!" Once again the crowd cheered, causing Andrew to smile with enthusiasm.

"Alright, alright everypony, time to calm down. So, I hope you all are having a good evening so far. Anyways, I'm going to give the micophone to my lovely team mate, Helena, over here. I hope that's okay with you." The crowd audibly mumbled back and forth to each other.

"Hello, everypony, I'm Helena, fellow squad mate with Andrew over there. Well, with that out of the way, let's get started!"

Andrew took the microphone from Helena, and let out a long sigh. He smiled at the crowd sheepishly.

"You ever wonder, when you pass away, if you'll be remembered? Well, every one of you, will never be forgotten, no matter what year it is, or how far into the future that may be, you'll never be forgotten. That's all I have to say." The spotlights then turned off, causing the crowd to make a whining disappointed sound. A distinct piano could then be heard, which made the crowd go silent again.

"Alright, Vinyl, we're done here." He said on the microphone, causing the spotlights to turn off, and the curtains to close. The crowd was still cheering by the time they were back at the booth, where Twilight and her friends were still at.

"You guys did awesome!" Pinkie laughed, you could see the red flush on her cheeks.

"Thanks guys, it really means a lot to us." Helena said.

"...*yawn*...I think we should get some shut eye, we'll see you guys tomorrow." Andrew wiped his eyes clean of grain, getting up to go home.

"Andrew wait! At least help me get the drunk ones home." Twilight begged.

"Alright, you take Applejack, I'll take Pinkie Pie and Rainbow."

Author's Notes:

This is an intermission chapter, nothing really happens and is very short. You'll be seeing a lot of these from now on. Also, the songs do not belong to me, and I was listening to this while I was writing this chapter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixifxQ_MDu4