Scootaloo looked out of the club house at the pouring rain outside as it chilled her without a touch. The live looking place of shelter could look so cozy and warm with it's yellow walls and bright light at times. This was a foolish thought with Scootaloo and her friends huddled in puddles of water. It was like a sad day with mourning not much better and rain all day. Maybe the sky was crying because her life could be so sad after lovely happiness. As Scootaloo thought about this in the short silence out of the corner of her eye something yellow moved upward. It was Apple bloom and she shook water that hit the room like punches which flew on Scootaloo and Sweetie belle. "Hey watch where you spray!" Scootaloo said to her smirking friend. Her sunset eyes of hers flickered with mischief.
"Well, lets git to why we're here" She said in that accent almost everyone in her family had. Her words had that home feel to them and that Scootaloo found interesting but felt saying things would be Rude. If somepony has a broken wing but it cool you don't tell them it's interesting. Well maybe Rainbow Dash would like a compliment of that sort.
"Cutie marks?!?" Sweetie Belle asked enthusiastically. Her eyes bulging with an intent stare as if looking up. Scootaloo could see the anxiety and excitement.
"That's nice an all but what if we try somethin' else? I'm sayin' earn our cutie marks like a game"
"A game? I say we go right to Rainbow Dash and have a competition to get our cutie marks!"
"We go to Rainbow dash all the time. That ain't what I'm sayin' at all." Her gaze was annoyed for a second as she stared at Scootaloo but she smiled and continued " I say we do truth or dare. We can do the dares when the sun goes down and say we're at the other ones house." There was silence as heads filled with thoughts.
"This place is all wet. Do we have to do it here?" Sweetie Belle complained in her whiny voice.
"Yes we are! We can bring stuff to get the water out. Then we can get snacks and blankets. Like a sleepover!" Apple bloom was excited and bounced as she talked. Putting this idea down would be like slapping a bunny. So only one answer existed and it wasn't exactly a bad answer.
"Sounds good to me!"
