I walked through the crowd of ponies as the party continued. My head was starting to hurt from the noise and the pure stupidity of some of my friends as they continued to play their drinking game. A few of them slapped me on the back and said something along the lines of "happy 20th birthday, Blue."
Seeing the door to the balcony, I nearly ran to it and opened the door. The fresh air hit my nostrils, clearing them of the scent of the house. Sighing, I sat on the bench and began to get lost in my thoughts.
Ah, finally some fresh air. At least I got away from those idiots I call friends. Nah, I love em like family...... A weird family that is made up of two of my ex's..... Okay, ew. Never think like that again, Blue, just- oh look, Pinkie thinks she's a bird again..... HAY, PARTY ANIMAL, YOU AIN'T A BIRD-ha, oh and look a that RD definitely the cider champion of the world- WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS OF THEEEE WORLD, AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TIL THE EEEENNNDDDD- shuddup brain. I think I am drunk...... Nah, I only had a glass of cider... And three shots of liquor.... And maybe chugged two cups of ale.... And a glass of vodka..... And a margarita......Okay, I am a bit tipsy..... Fine, I am sorta drunk. Whatever. Oh look, Storm's here- AH, OMICELESTIA, PLEASE DONT TALK TO ME!
The universe then proceeded to betray me as Storm walked up to me, a worried expression on his face. He obviously wasn't drunk, his cheeks were not flushed, he didn't slur, or trip while walking.as he approached, he knelt in front of me, inspecting my face. His Ice blue eyes darted up and down as he stared at me.
"Blue, are you drunk?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.
" No," I said, my slur clearly giving me away. My face flushed even more as he grabbed my arm and forced me to stand.
"You're drunk, and as your friend, I think you need to go home," he said sternly, motioning me to step forward.
The ground swayed as I took a step forward and I stumbled. I felt arms wrap around my midsection as Storm stopped my fall, grumbling the entire time about how much of an idiot I can be sometimes. I then tried again as he let go, then proceeded to have the ground jump at my face, hitting me squarely in the nose. Storm grumbled as I curled into a ball on the floor, craddling my nose I my hands. Picking me up yet again, he set me on my feet then crouched down, facing the edge of the balcony.
"Come on, you are utterly drunk. I'll fly us back to my place until you sober up and can make it home by yourself."
I glared at him before begrudgingly hopping onto his back. He flared his wings and jumped into the sky, making me hold on for dear life. Soon we were at a steady glide, although I think I almost puked. The dark landscape passed by rapidly, the sky a deep flickering blue of stars. It was beautiful except for the fact that my gag reflex kept on acting up every time Storm changed direction.
I nearly kissed the ground as Storm landed at his place. He rolled his eyes as I jumped off his back and hugged my knees to my chest as I rocked back and forth on the ground. Sighing, Storm unlocked his front door and proceeded to pick me up by the arms. I stumbled into the house as Story, muttered curses under his breath and then proceeded to collapse on the couch as I crawled in the middle of the floor and laid my head down on my hands.
I heard movement after a few minutes and felt someone grab my midsection. I freaked out for a second before realizing it was Storm. He picked me up and carried me to the couch. He sat me down and began to walk away, but I grabbed ahold of his tail, making him yelp in surprise.
"What?" He yelled, his face turning bright red. His wings sprung out from his sides as he turned around, fanning out in all their black and gray glory.
I patted the couch chusion next to me, indicating for him to sit. He gave me a look of confusion before sitting down and grabbing the remote. The TV turned on, showing the late night news, but I didn't care, I was already half asleep.
Leaning against Storm, I sighed, closing my eyes. I felt his arm wrap around me, side hugging me.
"Sup?" He asked, "you are gonna have the worst hangover ever in the morning."
"Nothin' jus tired," I slurred, my mind not exactly in the same state.
My thoughts were starting to turn to soggy oatmeal as he hugged me, his warmth enveloped me like a cocoon. I snuggled in closer, the tip of my nose brushing against his neck fur, he tensed for a few seconds, but relaxed quickly. I chuckled to myself as I shoved my nose tip further along his neck until it was lightly touching his Adams Apple. He let out a light chuckle as he tried moving away, only to have my nose tip follow. He's ticklish..... I thought as I continued with the game, beginning to chuckle as well.
He fell sideways, taking me and my nose tip with him. He turned towards me, his face forming a glare that soon faded. I gulped nervously as he faced me, the tip of his nose brushing mine, a look of surprise crossing his face. I looked him in the eye and moved a bit closer until our lips were mere centimeters apart. My eyelids fell into a half lidded stare as I whispered, in my most serious voice;
"Puffles."
I burst out laughing as Storm pushed me off of him, failing to contain the grin growing on his face.
"You know, you are such an idiot. I hate you."
"Love ya, too," I said, wiping tears of laughter out of my eyes, "priceless, just priceless."
Author's Note
Hehehehe
