Hitpony

Knock Knock Knock

I stood in front of Party's place, hoping that he heard the knocking. Music was blaring loudly, so I'm not sure if anypony would hear me knock. I looked at the house while I waited. The house wasn't in good shape, but it's not like I'd expect it to be. There were balloons, streamers and whatnot everywhere. He never cleaned his place because he was always had ponies over, so even if he did it wouldn't stay clean for long. The curtains were draped over the windows, but you could see the lights and shadows of ponies from outside. I rang the doorbell and then knocked again to try to get his attention. Soon enough, the door opened.

"Hey Bolt, you don't have to knock. Come right on in!" Party greeted me, as he put a foreleg around my shoulder and pulled me in. He talked a bit slower than usual, but it was a party. He had a plastic cup in his hand that was mostly empty. "Hey, I gotta get back to spinning the records, you go ahead and enjoy yourself."

I looked around and saw just how wild this party was. I was expecting it to be a small party, how wrong I was. There was a sea of ponies out in his living room; all of the furniture had been moved out of the way to make room. He had multicolored lights flashing and music blaring. The music was essentially was high notes alternating with low notes in an upbeat tune. The crowd didn't even give it a second thought. They were all just caught up in it, and didn't give it a second though. In the other room, there was also a crowd, but they weren't partying like crazy. For the most part they were more relaxed than the other crowd. There were some card and board games, ponies just chatting with drinks, generally less reckless. I liked it here a lot more.

I walked in and sat down right on a chair that was near the corner of the room, a bit away from the rest of the ponies. I enjoyed sitting away from the crowd and just watching. I can sit here and laugh at things because I'm not a part of it. Nothing ever happens to me, but I still get to enjoy seeing what happens. I enjoy the things that you can only experience in hindsight. I just sit back and watch the show.

There was one particularly loud crowd of ponies playing Texas Hold 'em. They were ridiculously overexcited about it, and I was worried about them getting alcohol poisoning. I could probably go over there and destroy them, but where's the challenge taking advantage of drunk ponies not having poker faces? Besides them other ponies were playing other games, but nothing too notable. There was one couple that was busy making out in the corner, and I seemed to be the only one to notice them. Gross. Get a room.

Just then I thought about getting a drink. Perfect distraction. I got up from my chair and began to walk over into the kitchen to see what was available. But first I had to navigate through all of the debris laying haphazardly on the floor. Somehow I had managed to stay clean up until now, and I intend to keep it that way. There were cups, chips, spilled drinks, everything on the floor. Eventually I made it to the kitchen.

The kitchen was surprisingly empty compared to the other rooms. There were red and blue cups lined up on a table, along with some drink that had been spilled whilst ponies were grabbing the sludge that they are addicted to for some reason. I fail to understand why ponies willingly give up all self control. For fun? How can stumbling around like an idiot be fun? You just end up looking stupid and waking up with a hangover and memory loss. It looked like there were only alcoholic drinks here, so I'd have to improvise. I grabbed one of the drinks and poured out the vile concoction down the drain. I turned around to the fridge and looked at what beverages were available. Milk, orange juice, liquor, ... I'll just have some tap water. I walked over to the sink and filled up the cup.

Now to get back to my chair. The chair looked a lot farther away than I remember. But I managed to get there safely. I took a sip from the drink and then put the cup down on a table. I looked over and the two ponies that were kissing each other had left. Good. I took a look around for a second to see where they were for a second. And they were walking upstairs together. I guess that they couldn't go home first. Whatever. To each his own, and now they're out of my fur. I have a hunch that they're not the only ones upstairs. What did I say about alcohol?

Anyway I really wish that I had some sort of ear protection, because the bass was really getting to me. I'm surprised that somepony hasn't sent in a complaint about the noise to the police. Maybe his neighbors are all at this party. I know that pretty much none of my neighbors get along. One of them has a dog and if it starts barking then all hell breaks loose in my neighborhood. I just simply don't understand why ponies are that uptight. Like, what do you get from it? You just need to loosen up and have a little fun.

I looked around and it didn't look like the party was slowing down at all. It was going to be a long time until the party was over. Since I didn't see anypony that I recognized, I decided that I might as well take up playing one of the games here. Maybe some cards.

There went most of the guests. This party had been going on for a while. About 30 minutes ago Party had stopped spinning records, and hinted that the guests should get going. but now the place was pretty much empty. I had returned to the chair that I had been sitting in, and Party had made his way over to the couch next to me. Looking at him I could tell that he really was a mess. Stains on his fur, mane all mangled, you get the picture. His eyes were also a bit bloodshot. Party isn't above drugs, so that's probably what it was.

"Wow, that took way too long," Party said. "Some ponies just can't take a hint about when the party's over."

"I thought that you would like the idea of having a party that never stops." I teased.

"Contrary to popular belief even I need to get rest."

"Well then why haven't you kicked me out and went to bed yet?"

"I'm not going to sleep just yet, but I need to give my head a rest from all of the music. I'm gonna be deaf before my forties."

"I was thinking about that earlier. We should bring some sort of ear protection. Especially you since you're forced to stand right next to the speakers."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Tape and cotton." He snorted at this.

"So we shove cotton in our ears and then tape it there."

"Pretty much. It'll definitely work."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah." He looked out the window for a second. I looked too.

"Hey, speaking of noise, do your neighbors ever complain about the parties that you throw?"

"Nope. Why?" he turned back to look at me.

"Curious. I know that if I so much as dropped glass in my house everypony in the neighborhood would file noise complaints on me and possibly make death threats."

"Your neighbors don't get along?"

"Nope. They all wish that each other will go straight to Tartarus."

"How about you?"

"If they all went to Tartarus then I wouldn't have to deal with them anymore, so I'd be okay with it."

"You wouldn't mind somepony burning for the rest of eternity just for peace and quiet."

I shrugged. "Hey, they'd all get their wishes that way. I'm just giving them what they want."

"So now your the one who sends them to Tartarus."

"Now there's an idea." He covered his face with his hoof.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Aside from the usual."

"And what exactly is the usual?"

Time to dodge questions. "I dunno. Me?"

"Fair enough. Well listen, I'm pretty tired, so I think that you should get going and I'll get some rest."

"All right." I stood up and walked over to the door. Once I walked down the steps I turned and waved. "See you 'round."

"Goodbye." He said as he waved.

I looked around, realizing that it was pretty dark. I should probably go. I need my rest too.