RAINBRO - Booze Run

>Day ALCHAMAHOL in Equestria.
>Chilling on your couch with Rainbro.
>"Hey, uh, anon?"
Yeah?
>"You got any more booze?"
>You glance over at the blue pony. She's staring into an empty bottle of Applejack Daniels with a sad look that only a seasoned alcoholic would sport.
Nope.
>"Darn. I'm not even buzzed yet!"
Actually, lemme take a look around.. might be some somewhere..
>You sluggishly get up and stumble around your house, looking for any sign of booze.
I'm sure I had some more hooch around here somewhere... where are you, you little bastard?
>As you stumble around the room, angrily mumbling and attempting to rip the lightswitch panel off the wall, Rainbow Dash shoots up from the couch, a look of inspiration on her face.
>"Oh! I just remembered that AJ said she had tons of extra cider! Lets go mooch some from her!"
Cider? I thought she only sold that at certain times of the year?
>"Uh, yeah.. But she keeps a secret stash for herself, and she sells some to friends."
>You stop trying to pull the lightswitch from the wall, and head towards the door.
Sounds like a plan. I'll deal with that sneaky bastard bottle later..
>As you both leave, a cupboard door swings open in your kitchen, revealing your missing bottle of booze.

Holy fuck! Did Big Mac drop a barrel of cider or something?
>AJ's cellar, or rather, AJ's hidden booze shop, stunk of booze. The strong smell stings your eyes, making them teary.
>Empty bottles of Applejack Daniels are strewn everywhere, and even a few cider kegs have been smashed.
AJ? You there?
>You heard something shuffle behind the counter, then..
>"Wuh?"
>Applejack pops up from behind the counter. "Well, if it ishn't Nonymoush and Dashie! What are -hic- y'all... uh.. doing here!"
>Dash leaned over, and whispers in your ear.
>"Anon. She's fucking smashed off her tits."
I noticed.
>AJ perks up as RD speaks, then leans forward, an indignant look on her face.
>"Ah ain't drunksh! Ah only had..-" she starts trying to count on her hoofs, "Four barrelsh of cider!"
>She grins proudly.
FOUR BARRELS?! How are you even fucking alive right now?
>"Thatsh nothing! Big... um... Big Mac hash drunk 9 barrelsh!" she slurred, as Big Mac slowly slid off one of the shelves behind her.
>As she continued murmuring on about Apples and other farm shit, Dash slammed her hoof on the table.
>"That's real nice, but we wanna buy some cider!"
>AJ stares at her for a few seconds, then finally realises.
>"Oh! Of courshe!" She lifts a barrel onto the counter, wobbling all the way.
>"That'll be..-", she makes another failed maths attempt, "20 bits!"
>Dash starts to point towards the sign that says "Barrel - 50 bits", but is stopped by you whispering aggressively into her ear.
Dashie, shut the fuck up!
>You hand the 20 bits over, and grab your keg of booze.
>"Anon, I don't like doing that to a friend. She was fucking hammered in there. It's like taking advantage of her, or something."
>You shrug.
Eh, if it makes you feel better, I'll drop the other 30 bits off tomorrow.
>She nods, then continues along.

>You open the door.
>On your sofa is the lost bottle of hooch, resting against a pillow, the TV reflecting off the brown glass of the bottle.
How the fuck did that get there?
>You walk up to the couch. As RD starts uncorking the barrel, you reach for the bottle of hooch.
>It falls over, and rolls inbetween the couch cushions.
Not this time, you little-
>You thrust your hand inbetween the cushions, and find absolutely nothing.
What the fuck? Where the fuck did it-
>You rip the cushions up. Nothing. The bottle is gone.
Bastard...
>You rearrange the couch cushions, muttering angrily to yourself.
>As you settle back on the couch with RD, cider in hand, the kitchen cupboard door slowly closes, the brown glint of a bottle shining out from inside.