Romeo

The moonlight shone down upon the facade of Sugarcube Corner. It was very late. Rainbow Dash lay slumped against the front door, absently chewing on a cold slice of cheese pizza and drinking a bottle of half-and-half skim milk. She wore a fake curly mustache, a red baseball cap, and a red polo shirt with "The Pizz" embroidered on its breast. A smudge of marker still glinted on her chin where it hadn’t washed off completely.

She sighed. “Yup... I don’t think she’s coming out. Looks like I wasted my bits on this get-up,” she groaned, “and my time on this set-up. Waaay to go, Dash... you conqueror of fillies.” She punched the air loosely.

The pizza was cold, much like Dash’s heart. She continued chewing as she counted the stars. 1, 2, 3...