Berry Punch and Lyra Heartstrings' Zombie-Filled, Blood-Splattered, Gore-Pasted Adventure (With Zombies)

Berry Punch awoke with a splitting headache. She irritably shoved a few empty cider bottles to the side. The containers toppled off the end of the bed, clinking and smashing respectively as they hit the wooden floorboards. The night before had been a haze of laughter, heavy drinking, screaming and a blur of other things which Berry couldn't remember at all. The possibility had approached her mind that she might have slept with somepony, but to be perfectly honest, she didn't care at the moment. The only thing on her mind right now was swallowing a few painkillers and surviving this hangover. Making her way down to the kitchen, she swung open a cabinet above the sink. She had reached inside this very cabinet many hundreds of times to grab the same packets of painkiller tablets. The closest packet teetered on the edge of the cupboard, and then dropped down, unceremoniously smacking into Berry's face. The individual tablets rained down on the floor like fresh medicinal snowfall. "Oh, Celestia be damned.." She snarled, picking up the packet and popping a few pills into her mouth. She washed them down with a glass of water, and then trotted slowly out of the door and into the bustling streets of Ponyville.

"Hey Berry! Wild party last night, huh?!" Lyra called to the slowly-shuffling Berry Punch a few steps away from her. Berry turned around, her eyes blearily focussing on the cheery mint-coloured mare trotting in her direction. Her bloodshot eyes finally cleared up enough to identify Lyra Heartstrings' bright smile. She offered a lopsided, half-hearted attempt at one in return as she replied.

"Oh, uh.. Yeah, Lyra. Nice party, from what I can remember of it." Lyra smirked at this.

"And what can you remember?" She asked, a little slyly. Berry gave her a septic look.

"You're getting a hoof in the face if you carry on like that." She uttered. The two continued down the road toward the market stalls in the town centre, chattering to one another about the previous night's escapades. From what Berry could gather, a few friends had gotten together at Twilight's library under the pretence of starting up a reading club on that night, to be held once a week. However, the moment that Twilight had left the audible range of activity inside the treehouse, the friends had tossed aside the books and partied harder than the eve of the Summer Sun Celebration. Punch and cider had been drunk, songs had been kareoke'd so badly that it was an affront to modern Equestrian music, and Berry herself had apparently climbed onto a table to dance - only to lose her balance and fall into a set of bookshelves, spreading their contents across the floor. All in all, the night had apparently been quite amusing up to the point where Twilight returned to check up on them all. Lyra decided that she had conveniently forgotten the steady stream of rage-filled, drunkenly-delivered expletives she herself had fired at the unicorn to prompt her banishment from the library. Obviously, calling Twilight a "fucking dick-faced shit eating book fucker" had earned her accusatory glares from the purple mare ever since.

After a short while shopping for snacks and other little bits and pieces, the pair made their way back to Lyra and Bon-Bon's house. Bon-Bon was apparently still sleeping off the hangover from the party upstairs, and so the two quietly snuck through the front door and settled down on the sofa, trying to make a minimum of noise.

Berry sat on the TV remote, switching it on. The TV had been set to full volume.

After the theme song to 'My Little Human' (One of Lyra's DVDs had been left in the player, and the content on the DVD further fuelled Berry's notions of Lyra's obsessions) had blasted out, and an irate Bon-Bon had clattered down the stairs, screeching out obscenities before leaving the building, the two sat in an awkward silence as MLH continued on the TV.. Now at an acceptable volume level. As Lyra watched the television in worshipful silence, Berry Punch began to wonder about her friend's sanity. The fact that she watched a show about something as silly as humans was a little odd, to say the least. The clock on the mantlepiece soon struck the hour, dinging a little bell. Sighing, Berry hopped off the couch.

"Right, I'm off." She muttered, glancing at Lyra. The mint-hued mare was watching the cartoon with rapt attention. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." She spoke, a little louder. There was a tone of annoyance in her voice.

"Oh, uh.. Yeah, see you.." Lyra drawled slowly, her eyes still quite glued to the screen. Berry left with a huff, heading back to her own home. After an evening of heavy cider consumption, she shambled back upstairs (tripping over at one point, to her drunken dismay) and collapsed onto the bed, drifting into a deep sleep. Her dreams were filled with odd shapes and colours.In the hazy background, she could hear a loud commotion, an awful yelling and crying, and the screams of hundreds of ponies. Suffice to say, it was more than a little unnerving.

Berry Punch awoke with a splitting headache. As she shakily pulled herself out of bed, the only thing on her mind was swallowing a few painkillers and surviving this hangover. Making her way down to the kitchen, she swung open a cabinet above the sink. She had reached inside this very cabinet many hundreds of times to grab the same packets of painkiller tablets. The closest packet teetered on the edge of the cupboard again, and then dropped down again, unceremoniously smacking into Berry's face.. Again. "Fuck me sideways." She snarled, picking up the packet and popping a few pills into her mouth. She washed them down with a glass of water, and then trotted slowly out of the door and into the quiet, relatively empty streets of Ponyville.