Worst night ever (after the Gala)
Nov 18, 2011 12:17:42 GMT -8
Post by ladymoondancer on Nov 18, 2011 12:17:42 GMT -8
Prince August Blueblood, his reputation in shambles after the Grand Galloping Gala, attempts to drink away his pain. Birdy, his cousin, tries to talk sense into him. (Ha ha, good luck!)
“How can I help you if you don’t—Oh now, put the bottle down, August! You’re getting positively sloshed.”
“Good.”
“Isn’t that against the . . . code of princely dignity or somesuch?”
“None of your business.”
“Well, getting juiced up isn’t going to help you any.” I had a brief but vivid vision of Aunt Agate breathing fire at me for letting her son drink himself into an early grave. “Come on, I am trying to lend a helping hoof here!”
“Ha! YOU!” He added an offensive sort of sneer to the word. “Why Mumsy sent you, of all ponies, I can’t begin to imagine. You aren’t even titled!”
His demeanor, not to mention sheer ingratitude, put my back up. “I don’t have to be titled to bally well know the Council’s voting next week!” I returned with vigor.
“So what! I still have time to turn things arou—“ He stopped in mid-sentence. “Wait, you know about that?”
“I certainly do,” I said with haughty dignity. Perhaps I was still a bit fogged on exactly what they were voting on, but that was beside the point.
“Good.”
“Isn’t that against the . . . code of princely dignity or somesuch?”
“None of your business.”
“Well, getting juiced up isn’t going to help you any.” I had a brief but vivid vision of Aunt Agate breathing fire at me for letting her son drink himself into an early grave. “Come on, I am trying to lend a helping hoof here!”
“Ha! YOU!” He added an offensive sort of sneer to the word. “Why Mumsy sent you, of all ponies, I can’t begin to imagine. You aren’t even titled!”
His demeanor, not to mention sheer ingratitude, put my back up. “I don’t have to be titled to bally well know the Council’s voting next week!” I returned with vigor.
“So what! I still have time to turn things arou—“ He stopped in mid-sentence. “Wait, you know about that?”
“I certainly do,” I said with haughty dignity. Perhaps I was still a bit fogged on exactly what they were voting on, but that was beside the point.
