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                      The Hotel Room                       
                      -by YesMan456-                       
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                         Waking Up                         
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Waking Up
Rainbow Dash slowly opens her eyes to a fuzzy, Navy-blue carpet. Fighting the urge to vomit, she carefully props herself up on her elbow. She lets out a yawn as she softly rubs her eyes. She stretches her back legs, and begins to stand up, as she leans herself against a sofa. Rubbing her eyes once more, she begins to look around. Dash is shocked by what she sees.
A Plethora of different alcohol containers are in virtually every single corner of the room, Followed by a fort of Pillows and Boxes in the back of the room, flooded with packing peanuts. in the front of the room next to the front door, balloons are scattered to the ends of the walls. streamers and confetti dangle from the ceiling. The walls are covered in graffiti and indecent pictures of the party and its guests.
As Rainbow dash continues through the horrifically amusing aftermath of whatever happened, she notices the kitchen door is blocked by a wooden chair with an empty bottle of whiskey laying on the seat. The door knob is missing. she places her ear up against the cold wood surface of the door. All she hears is a drippy sink and the sweet humming of a fridge. She moves the chair off to the side, and opens the door. She stumbles into the chilly room.
She violently slips on the shimmering tile, and hits her head on the cold floor. As she curls into the fetal position, holding her head, a sign falls off of the ceiling and lands on her hind leg. Regaining focus, she lifts her head and looks at the sign. "ICE RINK, BITCHES!" is sloppily written on the soggy piece of paper. Unwilling to continue through the kitchen, Dashie slithers back onto the nice, soft carpeting.
Balancing back onto her hooves, she looks up and notices something rather large duct-taped to the ceiling. Turning her head, pondering as to what might that blob of bright color might be, she notices a face. Eager to find out what this is taped to the roof, she brushes the bottle of whiskey off of the wooden chair previously used as a barricade. She Jumps onto the seat, and balances herself on he hind legs. Carefully removing some of the tape, clumps of Bubblegum colored hair begin to show. The pink pony slowly opens one of her eyes. It's Pinkie pie.