The '70s

The door opened, revealing Rainbow Dash's seemingly below humble abode. There was a black and white zebra pattern couch next to a blue bean bag, both facing a television that sat atop a salvaged wooden storage crate. The kitchen was visible straight from the living room, and it was a pig sty that made Pinkie cringe. Down the hall was a bathroom and two bedrooms, both of which were tiny but livable. On the living room sealing, there was a rather large poster with a black background. It had a drawing of a burning white house next to the anarchist symbol and read PROPAGANDA OF THE DEED in yellow cursive lettering.

"Sorry if the place is a bit shitty right now, but it's someplace to stay, right?"

"No, it's alright. I mean, it's better than the dumpster I used to call home, literally." Pinkie replied, placing her sports bag on the floor. As she said it, Pinkie remembered that she had been in this city for two days now, and her first two nights in Los Angeles had been slept through on the comfiest looking trash bin in the dark alley right outside Rainbow's window. As a matter of fact, all Dash had to do to discover where Pinkie Pie had been hanging her hat for the past two days was poke her head out of the window in the wee hours of the morning and simply look down, being that that was how she found out about her friend's make-shift bed in the first place.

"Yeah, if you ever get bored there's a Magnavox Odyssey with Dogfight and Shooting Gallery already hooked up to the TV in the living room, and if you're hungry then there's always, like, a metric shit ton of microwave meals just sitting in the fridge or whatever."

The two spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking all of Pinkie's stuff, prepping the room she was going to stay in, and using a bike pump to fill the mattress she was going to sleep on. It was a bit cozier than she thought it would be at first, and she couldn't help but feel more thankful towards her cyan friend than ever. After all, if it weren't for her, she would probably be crashing on that dumpster still.

Pinkie felt like hugging her new roommate, and tried to resist as much as possible. She couldn't take it anymore. She lunged at her friend from behind with nearly all of her strength, knocking Rainbow to the ground, and giving her the warmest, fuzziest squeeze she could muster.

"Thank you so much Rainbow Dash!"

"Yeah, no problem. But, Pinkie your crushing me." Dash said, nearly suffocating under the sheer force of her pink adversary's hug.

Pinkie's limbs slowly receded from the cyan body.

"Right... I've got to get some sleep anyways."

Rainbow Dash did nothing but stare in response, still recovering from the immensely random show of affection. Se slowly got up and did nothing but give a judging look.

"That..." Pinkie braced for impact.

"Was..." She closed her eyes and started to physically cringe.

"THE BEST HUG EVER!!!"

Pinkie let out a relieved sigh and gave her roommate another hug, but was more gentle this time.

"Hey Pinkie." Said Rainbow, hugging her back.

"What?" She replied, her arms still wrapped around Rainbow Dash.

"The only other pony I know who has given me a hug as fuckin' radical as the one you just gave me is Applejack, but that's a different kind. I respect you, my friend!" She said, ceasing the hug and giving her friend a hoof-bump instead.

The two spent the rest of the night playing Dogfight on the Magnavox and Rainbow ended up rage quitting because Pinkie Pie was better at it than she thought she would be. Pinkie started yawning a lot, and Dash didn't show it, but she was tired too.

"Good night." They told each other before hopping in bed, closing their eyes, and drifting to sleep.