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- >Thunder rumbles across the sky, signaling today's scheduled rainfall.
- >With a sigh you pinch the cigarette between your lips and open your umbrella, resting it against your shoulder to guard against the weather.
- >Inhaling deeply, you watch the rain build to a light trickle.
- >Nobody's ever caught in the rain around here, it's one of the many 'perks' that come with living in Ponyville.
- >Exhaling, the door behind you begins to swing open and you scoot over to the edge of the stair, making way for Rarity's customer.
- >"Have a lovely day, sir."
- >"You too, Miss Rarity."
- >The older stallion dips his head just a little before he opens his parasol and hurries down the steps, ignoring you.
- >Rarity smiles after him for a moment before your clear your throat to draw her attention.
- "That the last one?"
- >"Yes, thankfully, would you like to come inside for some tea before you leave?"
- "No, thanks. I'm just gonna finish my smoke and head home for a nap."
- >"Okay, but the offer stands in case you change your mind."
- "Thanks, I'll think about it."
- >You flick some ash and give her a brief smile.
- >"You know, I wish you wouldn't smoke those things, darling."
- "I know, Rara. I know."
- >She smiles at your petname for her and leans into your palm when you reach up for a goodbye ear scratch.
- >The latch clicks into place as the door closes and you feel a pang of guilt.
- >Inhaling again.
- >Thunder rolls through the clouds.
- >Exhaling again, the once vibrant atmosphere washed away by the greys and blues of the smoke.
- >Lowering your face to your palm, you gently massage your temples with a sigh.
- >How long had it been since you last slept?
- >"Nonny?"
- >That chipper, youthful tone is unmistakable.
- "Hey, Pinkie."
- >"Whatcha doin' out here in the rain?"
- >Looking up from your cranial massage, you're greeted by a great big Pinkie grin. You also notice her silly little umbrella hat and can't help but smile back.
- "Nothing, just having a smoke."
- >"I wish you wouldn't do that."
- >Her smile doesn't falter but you can see the concern in her eyes.
- "I know, I know."
- >Another, sharper pang of guilt.
- >She just watches you, smiling.
- "Did you want to go inside? I think Rarity's making tea."
- >"Nope. Just wanted to see you."
- "Me? Why?"
- >"'Cause you're my friend, silly billy!"
- >You suppose that was a dumb question. Pinkie doesn't fault you for it.
- "Well I'm not really in the mood to do anything. I promise we'll hang out this weekend."
- >"Aw, you don't wanna have fun with your favorite party pony?"
- >Her mane deflates a little and her smile has turned to a frown.
- >Christ, she can frown just as hard as she smiles.
- "It's not that! I just..."
- >Trailing off, you struggle to find the words.
- >"Hey, it's okay! You don't gotta talk about it if you don't want to."
- >She nudges her nose under your cigarette-free hand and flips it up onto her back, leaning into you with another grin.
- >"You do gotta come with me, though!"
- "No, Pinkie, I really-"
- >She ignores your protests as she helps you to your feet, beaming at you the entire time.
- >"C'mon! There's a two for one deal down at Sugar Cube Corner!"
- >She herds you down the street towards the bakery, continuing to ignore your protests.
- >Submitting to your fate, you take one last deep drag of your cigarette before flicking it aside.
- >There goes that nap.
- >"- or the banana bread or the muffins or the cake, oh I love the cake! Almost as much as I love the Cakes!"
- >She erupts into a giggle fit but quickly recovers and continues to read off every single thing on the menu in rapid succession.
- >You don't want to be an asshole, but it's nearly impossible to stay focused on what she's saying.
- >" or the strawberry vanilla cupcake or the buttercream carrot cupcake or Pinkie's Super Secret Super Cupcake or the-"
- "Woah, woah. What was that last one?"
- >"Pinkie's Super Secret Super Cupcake?"
- "Yeah, what's that?"
- >It's a cupcake! Made by me!"
- >She throws her forelegs out in a 'ta-dah!' pose and smiles brightly.
- "Yeah, I got that much. What's in it?"
- >"Oh, whatever. I just throw in what feels right!"
- >That doesn't sound too promising.
- "Is it popular?"
- >"I love 'em!"
- >She seems to beam even brighter at you, leaning in, daring you to do it.
- >'Do it'
- >'Do it'
- "I'll have one of those."
- >She flips, literally, confetti and streamers blasting from nowhere in an explosion of color and energy.
- >"Two of Pinkie's Super Secret Super Cupcakes comin' right up!"
- >With that she zips off to the kitchen, a somewhat startled Mr. Cake being shooed away.
- >He looks to you, a knowing smile on his face.
- >"Ordered the Super Secret Super Cupcake, eh?"
- "Yeah, how is it?"
- >"Good luck, you're gonna need it."
- >Chuckling, he turns his attention to a customer and leaves you to contemplate your choice of pastry.
- >Pegasi bustle about in the sky, clearing away the storm as the sun slowly dips below the horizon.
- >Pinkie's been at it for a couple of hours now, when you'd asked Mr. Cake how long these cupcakes usually take he'd shrugged.
- >"It's different every time, but in my experience it's the quick ones you really gotta worry about."
- >Thanking him for yet another free refill of soda, you return your attention to the rapidly clearing sky and drum your fingertips on the table.
- >You wish you'd just ordered a plain old cupcake, you've got a long work day at Sweet Apple Acres in the morning and need to get as much sleep as you can.
- >Not that your insomnia was likely to allow it, but it's nice to hope sometimes.
- >Man, she sure is taking her sweet ti-
- >"Hey Nonny!"
- >The perky, pink party pony's surprise nearly scares you out of your chair.
- "Jesus, Pinkie!"
- >Giggling, she apologizes and gestures at the tray of brightly colored mini cupcakes with a grin.
- >"They're done!"
- >Picking one up, you inspect the impossibly vivid pastry. The frosting is a rainbow swirl, the colors so intense that you feel like it might glow in the dark.
- "You didn't paint these, did you?"
- >"No waysie, crazy daisy! Paint tastes -awful- on cupcakes!"
- >Ignoring her implications, you gingerly poke the frosting with your tongue.
- >Velvety, sweet, vibrant, creamy. Good lord, this is the best frosting you've ever had!
- >Shoving the rest of the treat into your mouth, you moan blissfully through a mouthful of heaven.
- >Mr. Cake gives an impressed whistle from behind the counter.
- >"That good, eh?"
- >Swallowing the first, you shove another into your mouth and nod slowly.
- >Pinkie giggles, popping one into her mouth.
- >"Nothing beats Pinkie's Super Secret Super Cupcakes!"
- >It's impossible to disagree when your mouth is stuffed with what could quite possibly be the most delicious thing on the planet.
- >For the next few minutes the pair of you do little more than stuff your faces with the delightful treats and grin at each other, shamelessly wolfing down the cupcakes.
- >Pinkie, sitting on the table now, motions for Mr.Cake to come and try one.
- >He hurries right over and snags one for himself, letting out a satisfied sigh as he savors the taste.
- >"These must be the best yet, Pinkie!"
- >"Ffanks! I wokked eftra hard on 'em!"
- >Swallowing the mouthful of confectionery joy, you gasp for air and down the remainder of your soda.
- "Seriously, Pinkers; these are amazing."
- >She swallows, gasps for air and downs the remainder of her milk.
- >"Thanks Nonny! I was hoping you'd like them!"
- >Her bubbly demeanor and boundless energy has actually been pretty refreshing.
- >"Where are you kids off to next on your little date?"
- >Mr. Cake nudges you with his foreleg as he wags his eyebrows.
- >You stammer and fumble for words.
- >"Yeah, Nonny! Where are we going next, your place?"
- >Pinkie flutters her eyelashes at you as she leans in, further embarrassing you.
- >Laughing, Mr. Cake gives you a friendly pat on the back.
- >"I'm just pulling your leg, Anon, don't get all flustered!"
- >Pinkie falls back on the table, caught in another giggle fit.
- >Rolling your eyes, you chuckle.
- "Real funny, guys."
- >After helping Mr. Cake and Pinkie close up shop for the night you step outside and light a cigarette, taking a deep breath of the post-rain air.
- >God, you love that smell.
- >"Want some company on the walk home, Nonny?"
- >Pinkie smiles up at you, ignoring your cigarette for the time being.
- "Sure."
- >With that the two of you set out, walking side by side in comfortable silence.
- >Legs burning with lactic acid, you chase Pinkie, laughing just as hard as she is as she darts out ahead of you.
- >Your pants are completely soaked, having been the victim of the first strike in a puddle-splash war.
- >"C'mon, Nonny! You'll never catch anypony like that!"
- >Breaking into a sprint, you slowly gain on the cotton candy pony.
- >"Nana, nana, boo b-WAH!"
- >Mid taunt, she glances back to find you hot on her heels.
- >Too late though, as you leap forward with all of your might, slamming your feet into the biggest puddle yet and thoroughly soaking the both of you.
- >Pinkie loses it, nearly falling into the puddle she's laughing so hard.
- >You're right there with her, struggling to catch your breath as you cackle madly.
- >"Okay, okay! Truce?
- "Truce."
- >"Hey, isn't this your house?"
- >Wiping tears (or maybe puddle water, you're not sure) from your eyes, you finally manage to get enough oxygen.
- "Yeah, we ran all the way here. If I didn't know better I'd swear you were trying to kill me."
- >"All according to ze plan!"
- >She dons a cartoonishly villainous mustache and wrings her hooves evilly, earning some more laughter from you.
- "Wanna come in for a bit? That couch finally got delivered yesterday."
- >"Ooh, the custom one from Canterlot?"
- "The very same."
- >With a squee she bolts up to the door of your humble home and waits there, hooves aflutter, for you to let her in.
- >Hurrying after her, you pull out your keys and unlock the door, pushing it open for her and following her inside.
- >She immediately leaps onto the massive piece of furniture, bouncing around on the cloud-like cushions with glee.
- >"This is the bestest couch I've ever seen!"
- >Flopping back into the cushy haven, you let out a contented sigh.
- "Me too, Pinkers. Me too."
- >Closing your eyes, you very nearly slip into dreamland on the spot, pulling yourself back from the brink when you notice her energetic bouncing cease.
- >Keeping your eyes closed, you listen to the soft clopping of her hooves on the hardwood as she trots over to the back door.
- >The curtain gives a whisper as she pushes it aside, gasping when she sees the other gifts that had finally arrived yesterday.
- >"Where did all of -those- come from, Nonny?"
- "The princesses, same as the couch. They really gave me way too many welcome gifts. I feel kinda weird about it."
- >"Can we go out there? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplea-"
- "Okay, okay! Let's go."
- >With a groan you peel yourself away from the syrupy, narcotic embrace of sleep and join Pinkie outside.
- >The impressive fountain dominates the lawn, several tiers of water cascading down from a sculpture of an earth pony, pegasus and unicorn. A dim light hidden beneath the water gives the bottommost pool a soft green glow.
- >Several small statues had been placed in aesthetically pleasing positions around the fountain. A sturdy stone bench squats on the opposite side of the fountain, bookended by small stone pedestals.
- >Pinkie stands just outside the door, marveling at the carefully articulated beauty of the entire affair.
- >It really was quite nice, you'd be thanking the princesses again in person the next time you had a chance.
- >You take a deep, cleansing breath of the cool night air., the sky already deepening to a heavy midnight blue.
- >"Nonny... This is amazing!"
- "Yeah, kinda makes it tough to barbecue, though."
- >She giggles, snorting once and elbowing your thigh.
- >"Can... Can we just sit out here a while?"
- >She looks up at you with those big, hopeful sapphire eyes, a tentative smile playing across her lips.
- "Of course we can."
- >The fireflies had come out eventually, one by one appearing as if from nowhere to blink and dance about the fountain.
- >Pinkie leans heavily into your side, your arm and the blanket you're sharing draped around her shoulders.
- >You rest your cheek against her poofy mane, eyes fluttering as you fight a losing battle against sleep.
- >"Nonny?"
- "Yeah, Pinkie?"
- >"You're a good friend."
- >Grinning, you turn and plant a kiss on the top of her head before returning to your previous position.
- "You are too, Pinkie."
- >If she's blushing her pink coat hides it well.
- >After a long, comfy moment of simply sharing your warmth beneath the night sky and watching the fireflies, you reach into your pocket for a cigarette.
- >Raising it to your lips, you feel Pinkie's head turn and look down to see what she's up to.
- >She simply stares into your eyes, not frowning, not judging. Just looking.
- "Really?"
- >No answer.
- "Fine, have it your way."
- >With a groan you crumple the cigarette and stuff it back into your pocket.
- >She gives you a surprisingly demure smile and, reaching up into her mane, produces a hoofful of confetti.
- >You raise an eyebrow at the shreds of colorful paper.
- >Her smile widens a tiny bit just before she blows the confetti into your face with a mirthful giggle.
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