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Girl's Night Out

Feb 20th, 2014
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  1. “C’monnn, Hexy~”
  2.  
  3. “My name is Hexferry.”
  4.  
  5. “Hexybabes~”
  6.  
  7. “Hex – ferr – ee.”
  8.  
  9. “Hexycakes~”
  10.  
  11. “I’m going to close the door now.”
  12.  
  13. >Hexferry worked to make good on her word, placing a hoof to the wood of her front door and pushing it, expression fixed in deadpan hostility.
  14. >Unfortunately, her mission was doomed, as a golden hoof had already taken up duty in preventing the door to be shut.
  15. >The hoof’s colour was apt to the owner, Golden Corral, who spearheaded the unwelcome entourage of five; herself, Cejire, Peppermint, Caramel and Meisa.
  16. >Hexferry sighed upon realising that she wasn’t going to shake the clingy mares so easily, opened the door fully and presented herself.
  17.  
  18. Hexferry: “Well, what do you guys want with me?”
  19.  
  20. Golden Corral: “Don’t you remember Hexy?”
  21.  
  22. Meisa: “Oh, don’t tell me she’s forgotten…”
  23.  
  24. Caramel: “I think she has…”
  25.  
  26. >More discontent mutterings from the group.
  27.  
  28. Hexferry: “What? What have I forgotten?”
  29.  
  30. Peppermint: “Heh… Heh… Even I remembered… Heh.”
  31.  
  32. Hexferry: “Remembered what!?”
  33.  
  34. Golden Corral: “You really have forgotten haven’t you?”
  35.  
  36. >Hexferry grimaced in annoyance, a tiny squeak leaving her as she puffed out her chest.
  37.  
  38. Hexferry: “WHAT HAVE I FORGOTTEN?!”
  39.  
  40. >The group flinched in unison.
  41. >It was during this time that the dark moth pony in the house squinted at the others before her, non-verbally growling at each one.
  42. >Needless to say, she never was one to be messed with; our dear Hexferry.
  43. >Finally, the group leader spoke up once more.
  44. Golden Corral: “Take it easy there, Hex. We just came to collect you to head out for the night. Pretty special night, too.
  45.  
  46. >The grumpy mare stole a glance at the sky, noting nothing of significance in the lunar cycle or with the stars.
  47. Hexferry: “Doesn’t look so special to me…”
  48.  
  49. Cejire: “Didn’t you get the invitation? She said she sent one out to you.”
  50.  
  51. Hexferry: “She… Uhhh…”
  52.  
  53. >Hexferry looked visibly flustered all of a sudden, as thoughts of a colourful, hoof-drawn looking piece of paper that had found its way to her garbage, before being read, entered her mind.
  54. >She might have given it a read, had the colours not been so garish and mismatched.
  55. >It almost looked like it had been crafted by some poor, colour-blind soul.
  56. >Nevertheless, Hexferry always felt sheepish when caught out.
  57. >The rest of the moth ponies started to mutter again, exacerbating the mare’s embarrassment.
  58. >After an awkward ten seconds, Corral decided it was time to spell it out.
  59. >She, quite rightly, had been expecting Hexferry to ignore the invitation.
  60. >A mischievous grin played upon her lips.
  61.  
  62. Golden Corral: “Little Sepia turned eighteen today, do you know what that meeeanss~?”
  63.  
  64. >Hexferry made a face.
  65.  
  66. Golden Corral: “What does it meeaaaan, Hexy~?”
  67.  
  68. Hexferry: “Get off my back. I know what it means.”
  69.  
  70. >Chuckles from the rest of the group found their way to the ears of the uncomfortable mare.
  71.  
  72. Hexferry: “It means she’s legal to drink alcohol, alright?”
  73.  
  74. >Further chuckling.
  75. >Caramel fluttered her wings a little, hopping daintily closer to the mares at the door.
  76.  
  77. Caramel: “She’s also legal to…?”
  78.  
  79. >Caramel let her tone hang in the cool, evening air for a while, hoping for Hexferry to finish it.
  80. >She didn’t.
  81. >No matter; Caramel and Goldie were no strangers to messing with the antisocial moth pony’s disdain of sexual discussion.
  82.  
  83. Golden Corral: “Begins with an ‘F’, Hexy~”
  84.  
  85. Meisa: “Do you have to be so crude about it?”
  86.  
  87. Hexferry: “I’m with Meisa, can we just leave it?”
  88.  
  89. Golden Corral: “Fine, but let it be known that I’m going to be the one to set her up with a suitable male, alright?”
  90.  
  91. >She turned to address all of the others.
  92.  
  93. Golden Corral: “It’s high time that mare popped her cherry and I’d lose my wings before I let anypony else take the credit for it.”
  94.  
  95. >A long silence shrouded the group, until it was broken.
  96.  
  97. Peppermint: “Nopony else caaaares, Goldie. I just want to get messed up.”
  98.  
  99. >A group nod.
  100.  
  101. Golden Corral: “Oh… Well… Good… I guess.”
  102.  
  103. Peppermint: “She’s the last one of us to hit eighteen. Nopony else is gonna throw one like this again… In ever! Like, we gotta make this one good.”
  104.  
  105. Cejire: “And crazy!”
  106.  
  107. Caramel: “I’m in the mood to make tonight a night to /not/ remember~”
  108.  
  109. Meisa: “Even I have chosen to let my hair down, Hexferry.”
  110.  
  111. Golden Corral: “So, you coming? Sepia put on the invite to meet at her place for East Moon and we’re running a little late as it is.”
  112.  
  113. >Corral fixed Hexferry a stern look, knowing that “little Sepia” would find her feelings hurt so easily, should tonight not turn out well.
  114.  
  115. Hexferry: “Urgh. Fine.”
  116.  
  117. >With that, the mare stepped back into her house, took her key and joined the others, locking the door behind her.
  118. >Excited chatter began to take over the group as they took the short walk to Sepia’s house, a few streets away.
  119. >Talk of getting drunk, talk of dancing, talk of singing, talk of scouting for stallions; all of these composed the noise invading the silent roads of the town.
  120. >Of course, Hexferry participated little in the benign conversation.
  121. >Noting this, Cejire opted to try to include her as best she could.
  122.  
  123. Cejire: “Hey, Hex…”
  124.  
  125. Hexferry: “Hexferry.”
  126.  
  127. Cejire: “Sure… Is everything alright?”
  128.  
  129. Hexferry: “Peachy.”
  130.  
  131. Cejire: “Why aren’t you talking with everypony then?”
  132.  
  133. Hexferry: “Should I be talking?”
  134.  
  135. Cejire: “I’m pretty sure being sociable is important in, well, a social occasion.”
  136.  
  137. Hexferry: “You think?”
  138.  
  139. >It was time for a new track of conversation.
  140.  
  141. Cejire: “Perhaps you should just get drunker than all the others, help you get through this ever-so-tiresome outing, huh?”
  142.  
  143. Hexferry: “Might work. I’m only coming because Sepia’s a baby who’d cry a river if I didn’t.”
  144.  
  145. Cejire: “Don’t be so hard on her! She’s cute as a button.”
  146.  
  147. Hexferry: “I… I wouldn’t know. I don’t find mares cute.”
  148.  
  149. >The more colourful of the two gave a small chuckle.
  150.  
  151. Cejire: “Whatever you say…”
  152.  
  153. Hexferry: “What’s that supposed to mean?”
  154.  
  155. >The mare was a little too defensive and, even after the night’s first half-bottle of wine, Cejire picked up on it.
  156. >Besides, there had always been talk about Hexferry’s ‘preferences’ when the mare in question had not been present.
  157.  
  158. Cejire: “A little touchy, hmmm~?”
  159.  
  160. >Small flicks of red crossed the bridge of the tall, guarded pony’s nose.
  161.  
  162. Hexferry: “N-no, shut up. How would /you/ know whether she’s cute, hm? I thought you liked rich stallions only.”
  163.  
  164. >The small jab was mostly ignored.
  165.  
  166. Cejire: “Of course, but I can tell if a mare is cute. That doesn’t make me… Y’know…”
  167.  
  168. Hexferry: “This night will be over before it starts, if you don’t quit it.”
  169.  
  170. Cejire: “Hush hush, I’m only teasing.”
  171.  
  172. >The group had separated into three pairs over the course of the walk, each talking about their own little thing.
  173. >One of these pairs was Caramel and Meisa.
  174.  
  175. Caramel: “I honestly didn’t think I’d convince you to come out tonight, Mei-Mei.”
  176.  
  177. Meisa: “I’m not drunk enough for that nickname yet, darling. Hah, but I’m not above a night of debauchery.”
  178.  
  179. Caramel: “Oh, I know~”
  180.  
  181. Meisa: “Oh shush, Caramel.”
  182.  
  183. Caramel: “Please, we’ve known each other a long time. I think I can talk about stuff like that with you, by now.”
  184.  
  185. Meisa: “It’d be scandalous for any of the others to know… Certain… Things.”
  186.  
  187. Caramel: “That you’re a horndog?”
  188.  
  189. Meisa: “No other mare could get away with that without a serious telling off…”
  190.  
  191. Caramel: “But I’m a special mare, ain’t I?”
  192.  
  193. Meisa: “I’d happily say “special” when you employ such language as “ain’t””
  194.  
  195. Caramel: “/Aren’t/ I, Mei-Mei~?”
  196.  
  197. Meisa: “You’re never going to forget about that, are you?”
  198.  
  199. >Caramel did little to hide her amusement as well as her enjoyment in recalling a particular event.
  200.  
  201. Caramel: “Never~”
  202.  
  203. >Meisa lowered her head as she walked, allowing a few bangs of her silky, grey mane to fall over her eyes to exclude the world from her obvious blush.
  204. >Golden Corral, who had acted very much as the ringleader for the night so far, was leading the party.
  205. >With nobody to talk to, Peppermint, donning a suspicious smelling ‘cigarette’ hung from the side of her mouth, trotted alongside said ringleader.
  206.  
  207. Peppermint: “Heyyyy! Golderoonie!”
  208.  
  209. Golden Corral: “Uhhh… What?”
  210.  
  211. Peppermint: “Golden Delicious! Gold on the Ceiling!”
  212.  
  213. Golden Corral: “… I see.”
  214.  
  215. >Peppermint chortled, her already squinted eyes narrowing further.
  216.  
  217. Peppermint: “Want some?”
  218.  
  219. >Golden Corral gave the pungent thing a good scrutinising.
  220.  
  221. Golden Corral: “Isn’t it dangerous to do that and drink together?”
  222.  
  223. Peppermint: “Only if you’re soft.”
  224.  
  225. Golden Corral: “When have I been soft?”
  226.  
  227.  
  228. Peppermint: “I don’t see a joint in your mouth right now~”
  229.  
  230. >She punctuated the jibe with a boop to the other mare’s nose.
  231. >At this, Corral looked indignant.
  232.  
  233. Golden Corral: “Gimme that!”
  234.  
  235. >She swiped the herbal remedy clean from Peppermint’s mouth, jammed it between her lips and took a deep, long drag.
  236. >In the quiet of the night, the subtle crackling of the burning concoction of plants is all the more audible.
  237. >After taking a good lungful, the mare held it back with puffed cheeks despite such an act making no difference to the effect of the substance.
  238.  
  239. Peppermint: “Good?”
  240.  
  241. >The response was given in the form of a cough and the return of smoke.
  242.  
  243. Golden Corral: “Ach… Excellent…”
  244.  
  245. Peppermint: “Naturally!”
  246.  
  247. >The red mare laughed a little, partly at Goldie’s self-made persona being in jeopardy and partly a direct result of her intoxication.
  248. >Sepia’s house arrived in view shortly afterwards; the dainty, if a little plain, cottage with the small, well-kept garden.
  249. >The flowers in said garden were a little mismatched, being a result of colour coordination by a colour-blind mare.
  250. >The gang sauntered through the gate, still chatting.
  251. >As the appointed master of ceremony, it was Golden Corral who knocked on the door while the others waited patiently.
  252. >They were all looking good, their individually tailored styles all emphasised in preparation for the night to come.
  253.  
  254. >Behind the door, clattering and banging could be heard, growing in volume as the clumsy mare found within made her way to the door.
  255. >With a thud that sounded quite painful, the door was arrived at, the chinking of locks in wake.
  256. >A cream mare, petite in stature and sporting the most adorable – and most dated – centre-parting threw the door open hastily.
  257. >Upon seeing the turnout, Sepia dons the most infectiously giddy grin.
  258.  
  259. Sepia: “Hello everypony!”
  260.  
  261. >She hopped hoof to hoof in her excitement.
  262. >The fast paced movement reminded the Golden mare of the pure sugar that was this adorable filly’s personality.
  263. >A wash of maternal feelings crashed in her chest.
  264.  
  265. Golden Corral: “Hey hey, birthday girl!”
  266.  
  267. >Sepia beamed proudly.
  268.  
  269. Sepia: “It’s my birthday!”
  270.  
  271. Hexferry: “That’s a bit of an arbitrary statement, don’t you think?”
  272.  
  273. >Birthday girl looked past the golden mare, towards the tall, dark-furred one.
  274.  
  275. Sepia: “Huuhh?”
  276.  
  277. >Hexferry flinched at her unrefined hawk moth accent.
  278. >It made her sad to be of the same genus.
  279. >Then again, she could take pride in the fact that she had such common traits rightfully weeded out of her.
  280. >Caramel interjected before the blunt mare said something that might hurt the sensitive little creature before her.
  281. >She ensured that she would get to speak first by jamming a hoof into Hexferry’s mouth, much to her annoyance.
  282.  
  283. Caramel: “Hexferry is just keen to get past the talking and on to the partying, Sepia.”
  284.  
  285. Sepia: “Well come in! I have cakes and snacks and maybe…
  286.  
  287. >The little mare gave off a dirty chuckle, looking around as if to clarify a lack of witnesses.
  288.  
  289. Sepia: “… A little alcohol too~”
  290.  
  291. >She revelled in the ability to talk about such naughty things.
  292. >Naughty by the perception of a mare so sheltered that, to her, “eating someone out” was a description of freeing a pony trapped within a pastry prison, that is.
  293.  
  294. Sepia: “Well, come oooonnn in!”
  295.  
  296. >The small one stepped aside, ushering the group in.
  297. >As they filed past, they exchanged birthday greetings with the new adult.
  298.  
  299. Caramel: “Happy birthday, scamp.”
  300.  
  301. Meisa: “Happy birthday!”
  302.  
  303. >Cejire tussled her hair as she passed.
  304.  
  305. Cejire: “Tonight’s about you, don’t forget that.”
  306.  
  307. >Sepia responded with a prideful look.
  308.  
  309. Sepia: “I know!”
  310.  
  311. Peppermint: “Happy b-day! Welcome to the reaaal world.”
  312.  
  313. >Hexferry brought up the back of the group, dragging her heels with little enthusiasm.
  314. >Sepia straightened herself up as she held the door, closing her eyes with the most angelic smile.
  315. >She awaited the last birthday greeting from the mare who stood half again her height.
  316. >That mare simply walked past, following the others into the lounge.
  317. >This made the petite moth pony snort, scowling fiercely at the yellow mane on the back of Hexferry’s head.
  318.  
  319. Sepia: “A-/hem/.”
  320.  
  321. >The brown mare threw on her biggest, cheesiest grin in lieu of that indignant sneer before the bigger pony turned to her.
  322.  
  323. Hexferry: “What?”
  324.  
  325. Sepia: “Don’t’cha have something to saaaayyy?”
  326.  
  327. Hexferry: “Uh... There’s a password?”
  328.  
  329. Sepia: “No but…”
  330.  
  331. >The smile faltered on her lips as she scuffed the floor with her hoof sheepishly.
  332.  
  333. Hexferry: “But what?”
  334.  
  335. >Hexferry had always intimidated Sepia.
  336. >And yet, her approval had always been subject to Sepia’s desire.
  337.  
  338. Sepia: “I-it’s nothing… Sorry.”
  339.  
  340. >Her grin left completely as she painted a picture of pure pitifulness, her inky eyes examining the carpet thread by thread as she shrank.
  341. >Even Hexferry found it hard to ignore that.
  342.  
  343. Hexferry: “Ugh… Happy birthday or something…”
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