Comic strip approached a large, three story structure on the outskirts of Ponyville. The building was the home of renowned DJ Vinyl Scratch and her partner, cellist of the royal Canterlot orchestra, Octavia Melody. It was unusual for a party like this to be held in Vinyl Scratchs own home as Octavia would adamently object to her home being the stage for a "display of complete lack of self control." But Octavia would be gone for awhile, the grand galloping gala was fast approaching and it just made more sense for Octavia to remain in canterlot for her rehearsals.

To Comic Strips shock the party was already in full swing, ponies already being told they'd had enough, despite their objections. Comic Strip instinctively made his way to the dining table, now a makeshift bar. He scanned the bar, a collage of assorted beverages, mostly alchoholic, and the ones that weren't would surely be mixed with something that was. Below the end of the bar resided a large crate, filled with ice and bottles of hard cider. Comic Strip picked up a bottle of the hard cider, as to not look out of place. He gave the bottle a quizzical look, realizing that he wouldn't be able to remove this cap by hoof, he went to search for a bottle opener, but he didn't make it far before being intercepted by a familiar purple, female pony.

"HEY! I knew you'd make it, strip!" Her words were loud and slurred, and her stance was that of a mare who'd far too much to drink.

"Told ya I would, hey, have you seen a bottle opener anywhere?" Comic Strip asked, not wanting to be the sober half of the conversation.

"Honey, I am a bottle opener" She snatched the bottle from his hooves and removed the cap with her teeth.

"Wow, I'm, uh, impressed?" Comic Strip said as he raised an eyebrow.

"C'mere, sexy!" Berry aggressively slurred out as she threw her hoof behind Comic Strips neck and passionately kissed him. Comic Strip wriggled and squirmed to free himself of the drunken mares loving embrace. After over a minute of Berrys drunken love Comic Strip finally managed to pull away.

Comic Strip chuckled as he placed his hoof on berrys shoulder "I think you've had enough."

"Ta drink?" Berry replied, swaying side to side, giving Comic Strip a quizzical look.

"No, of me. Ya gotta give the other mares in here a chance, babe." Replied Comic Strip, feeling slightly intoxicated after tasting the array of alchohol that adorned Berry Punchs lips.

She stimbled backwards and yelled "BUCK THIS, LETS DANCE, STRIP"

Comic Strip took a large gulp of his hard cider and began to dance next to Berry Punch, completely disregarding the last thing he said, swaying his flank from side to side and nodding his head to the electronic music filled the large room.

Comic Strip was lost in a haze of dubstep and alcohol. He was pulled into a small table, opposite Berry Punch. Comic Strip wasn't suprised to find two shot glasses and a bottle of some sort of hard liquor in Berrys hooves. She gave him a seductive smile before slurring out "Shots?"

Comic Strip gave a nod in agreement as a smirk came across his face "Shots."

As Berry slid a shot glass over to Comic Strip as he finished his bottle of hard cider with an unrelenting swig untill every last drop of liquid was vacant from the bottle.

Berry Punch poured the brown liquid into her shot glass, overflowing the glass and spilling it on the table, she did the same to Comic Strips glass. The two ponies steadied themselves as they prepared to swallow the strong alcohol in one brief motion. After they had both reeled from the bitter taste of the small amount of brown liquid, no longer in their glasses, they poured more of the liquid and had another shot, then another, and another, and another until the memory of the night became a blur.

Comic Strip awoke in his bed, his throbbing head wouldn't allow him to recall the previous night. He sat up straight in his bed, surveying the area around him, he had, somehow, managed to get home. He rested his head on his headboard and let out a sigh of relief. He felt hooves cling around his waist and the unfamiliar warmth of somepony nuzzling into him. He wasn't suprised to find Berry punch next to him, still asleep, the smile on her face indicating she was dreaming sweet dreams. Comic Strip held his head high, staring at his ceiling as he stroked Berry Punchs mane with his hoof and thought to himself, this was the best kind of Déjà vu.

Author's Note

I may have written that last part under the influence of "Vinyl and Octavia: university days" I hope you all enjoyed the story and check back later for more.