Time To Sourout

Rainbow Dash yawned as she leant back on her cloud-made balcony chair. Her workaholic of a friend had volunteered her to help clean up Canterlot Arena, so she was ready for a bit of shut-eye. She was almost asleep when she heard a lazy knock. The rainbow-ridden pegasus groaned. 'If it's that idiot blonde salesmare again, I swear...' she grumbled. Dark bags under her eyes and her mane spiking out like a cactus, she groggily trundled up to her door and first pushed then pulled it open. 'Listen, D-' her lecture was interrupted by her eyes as she realised just who was standing bashfully at her door.

'Hey, uh... Rainbow Zap was it?' asked Soarin.

'Wh... Soarin?' Any other day, Rainbow Dash would have fainted. But this was today, so instead, she glared at him. 'Soarin, you know what you did yesterday, right? I-' she began sternly.

'Rainbow, please, I've already had the lecture. Twice. May I come in?' he quipped. Her anger having subdued and been overtaken by bewilderment, she nodded and gestured to her front room. Her lifelong hero trotted into her home and sat casually on her sofa. 'So, uh, Rainbow Zap-'

'Dash.'

'Right. Rainbow Dash, I need your help with something. Something big.' he requested. He then went on to explain his situation, making quips throughout.

'So, you want me to get your life back on track, huh? Well, I can do that. Two bits per hour amongst ten one hour sessions.' she offered cheekily.

'Or, I can pitch you to the team and we do it whenever we're both free?' he bantered.

'Yeah, that works too.' agreed Rainbow Dash.