What Happens In Las Pegasus Stays In Las Pegasus

I laid my saddlebag as it was passed through the x-ray machine. Airport security was a major inconvenience, but the princess had to be protected  at all costs, so measures were exceptionally harsh, especially in flights leaving from the capitol. Flying itself scared me, but the invention of airplanes meant that I could reach Las Pegasus in less than one day instead of the 3 it would take if i was riding the express. Plus, those trains sure didn't have those delicious peanuts that  were offered for free on the planes. Seriously, those peanuts break the laws of economy. If the airlines keep giving bags away like they were Ophra Whinnyfree, then they would have been bankrupt 5 months ago. But like the airplanes and a certain Pink Element, those bags of salty joy just refused to follow physics.

A grey mare wearing an Air Equestria uniform opened the boarding gate, and beckoned for us passengers to enter the white iron leviathan that would fly us to the city of dreams. Just before boarding, I manged to grab a tour guide off a nearby table, flinging a couple of bits at the stand owner. He swept them up as I lugged my suitcase into the long corridor.

=============================================================================================== I had just managed to stow my bags in the overhead storage compartment when the flight attendant came. But instead of bearing peanuts as I had hoped, all she gave us was a standard airline safety message.

"Thank you for flying with Air Equestria!" She said perkily. She didn't let the smile off her face, even as she talked about those little baggies that fall from the roof in movies and the fact that the seats can be used as flotation devices when we get screwed over. You'd think she was practicing her speech for Valedictorian, not a safety infomercial. if I didn't know better, I would think she was Vince's cousin. After what seemed like an eternity, she ended her speech. "We hope you have a safe and enjoyable flight today! Buckle your seat belts, as we will be taking off shortly!"

"You better do more than hope, lady." I thought to myself as the plane began to taxi down the long runway.

=============================================================================================== Turns out flying is not near as glorious as the Wonderbolts make it out to be. Already two hours into the flight and my plot was cramping up, mainly from our 2nd class plane seats. It was like somepony just bolted plastic chairs to the fuselage. And the peanuts were STALE! Like come on guys! You hyped it up in movies, the speech at the beginning, and even the crappy magazine in front of my chair. The least you can do is practice what you preach... or something like that. My peanut rant was interrupted by a loud ping by the loudspeakers aboard the plane.

"Dear passengers, this is your captain speaking. We are about to begin our descent into Las Pegasus international airport, so we strongly suggest  that you re-buckle your seat belts."

"Hah! Strongly Suggest?" I thought to myself. If we didn't put on our seat belts, I bet the Captain would come out and buckle 'em himself! All of a sudden the plane lurched violently to the side. I felt my hoofs fall from under me as my head smacked the isle carpet. On second thought, maybe I should have listened to that warning. While i tried to sneak back to my seat without commanding any more attention, I happens to glace out the window. I don't know what I expected, but it definitely wasn't the huge neon city I saw spread underneath the plane window. A huge row of fancy hotels and casinos were surrounded by high profile office buildings, with residential suburbs snaking out the the very edges of the endless desert. The city was massive, and the shear amount  of neon cherries and sevens almost made me go blind on the spot. It was like nothing I had ever seen. As the planes wheels hit the tarmac,  I got up and reached into the overhead compartment, grabbing my saddlebag. I knew I only had one week to get my report done and have a little fun on the side, so i figured i better hurry. The plane ground to a stop, and I cantered non-nonchalant out the door of the plane, basically galloping down the boarding gate. I rushed through customs, flashing my passport at the flustered security guard, and ran out the airport front entrance. A fleet of cabs was waiting at the curb, so I opened the door of the nearest one, a white car with a flashy sign on top advertising Flim Flam Brothers Famous Cider.

"To the strip!" i commanded the driver. He turned around, and I immediately recognized his sloppily shaven face, his lopsided bow tie resting on top of his barrel.

"Well, if it isn't Pipsqueak." said the tan colt. "Fancy meetin' you here."

"Rubber!" i exclaimed, remembering him from my days in Ponyville. His father and mine were friends from their job together, and Burnt Rubber and I had always been friends when we were fillies. But then his father was transferred to

Las Pegasus, and I haven't seen him since.

"So, what brings ya to this fair city?" He asked.

'Well, I'm doing a report for...

"Don't bother my with your complicated school stuffs, i think you need to see the sights first. What's a trip to Las Pegasus without some good ol' gamblin!" He said. A driver behind us was honking like crazy.

"Hurry up, ya nincompoops! I have someplace I have to go, unlike you, so hit it granny"

"If you say so!" said Rubber, giving me just enough time to buckle my seat before he floored the car, leaving the other driver in a cloud of fumes as we speed towards the capital street of equestrian gambling.